(2013)
Poem about how I tend to use romantic comedy shows (rom-com) or just watching shows in general for escapism.
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Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling