(2013)
Poem about how I tend to use romantic comedy shows (rom-com) or just watching shows in general for escapism.
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
