I'm a poet

So yea. I'm a creative writing major. I've been writing a lot of poetry lately, some good, some bad. I figure I'll open a thread to post it and ask other ponies for their opinions.
It's all un-pony related and some of it is sad, some of it is odd. So here are two.

Eyes Lies

Little feet tread lightly
On big ground
Careful not to fall
Into the sky
I lost my eyes
Attempting to read
The words written on your face

Good couples hold hand
Like bad dreams haunt children
I'd prefer to stay in my own body
Tonight, darling
But I would like
To ask your question
Can you see the words?

I drown in your dreams
While you float calmly in mine
Where did the clouds go?
They comforted my sockets
Your brain glued to mine
Mine eyes in your hand
Watching your words erased.


Itching

My brain itches
With the anticipation
Of the interruption
Caused by the overflow
Of information
That I'm fed from
My paranoia onset
By your lies
Which I'm fed like drugs

I'm my own drug dealer
My own mind stealer
And if my dramatism
Steals my mind from you
Then baby call me a dramatist
Writing a play about a masochist
Who cuts himself
With your words

I can't control my legs baby
And I think that I just maybe
Let them walk out from
Beneath me and
Leave behind my body
Which inhibits the qualities
Of an empty shell
That gazes
Into a void

So shine some light in my eyes
Honey, to see if I'm still there
Because I know that you still care
And even if my selfish
Brain is afraid of your alluring kiss
I settle in my head with the thought
That I've loved you before I knew
You
Because the only time I don't love
Someone I don't even know
Is the day I stop dealing myself
The drug on the elemental table
Represented by the letter 'O'

My brain itches
With the anticipation
Of information
That I'm fed from
My drug dealer
Who is rich from
Selling your lies

Tell me what you think.