Ok! Here are a few new poems from me! (I finally got back into writing poetry, breaking my long silence.) However, they feel.... unfinished. Could I get some critique?

Secrets

Closet places
Dark spaces
Shut the door
I must have more

Such a funny feeling,
Tickling up and down the spine.
Dare to laugh in quiet whispers,
but shush if it is mine

Keep it close
and speak it well.
I'll share one with you,
but never tell

Lean closer to me if you will
I think her back is turned
and whisper those same words to me
that make it such a thrill.

Closet places
Dark spaces
Shut the door
I must have more

This one I'm not even sure of the title, and I'm sure that more can be edited to it.

Yesterday I ate in the lunchroom
I drifted in,
letting the mass of black, white, hispanic, indian
(and other faces)
swallow me up.
I tiptoed through,
dodging traps
of pairs of eyes
and odd stares
of all kinds.
But no one seems to notice

Suddenly
The floor
Rushes at me
I smack right into it,
Curse my shoes for betraying me,
And laugh.
No one seems to notice

I sit down at a random table
The crinkling of my brown-sack lunch
An all-too obvious indication
Of my trembling hands.
Before I can even think
A boy
Maybe 14 or 15
Says
"Who the ______ are you?!"
Not knowing what to do or think
I run out
Leaving the lunchroom behind me
As I reach the door
I sneak a look back

No one seems to notice.

This one I wrote very recently (2 days ago), and I don't know the title for it, but it seems accusatory to me.

I live in a world of dead
Painted a clouded, rosy red
Where "Everything's fine"
"Everything's good"
Everything's going the way that it should"
But when you lift up those
rose-colored glasses and see
The violence painted on the t.v
You say
"It's not my business"
"It's a shame"
"It's not my child"
"Not my friend"
If a picture's worth a thousand words,
How many words should it take
To get the picture?
Wake up.

Guns and knives
Children and wives
All lost because of
"Well, he dissed me"
"Don't care if I die"
"Got no one to miss me"

Remember that when you're
Standing over someone's body
In the street
Crying for that
Friend, cousin, brother, mother.
Watching the life fade from their eyes
As you try your best to appologize
But can't.

If a picture's worth a thousand words
How many words should it take
To get the picture?

Wake up.