Tonight
I have not yet gotten the hang of writing poems that are not related to me. But as they say, trying and trying makes perfect! (...or something like that anyway). So for the moment, this is another poem relating to me. Which I finished a little over ten minutes ago. XD
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Stormy Night
Alone with the music of the storm
And hot instant noodles.
The ghosts are playing hide-and-seek
With every swivel of my head they are gone
But their shifting footsteps, gauzy shadows and laughter
Pass the edge of my senses.
They do not scare me but rather, comfort
Stories and books beckoning from the laptop screen
And oh, my room has no right to be warm
On such a cold, cold night
The once-feared loneliness has now become
A trusted companion - a silent friend.
Rainwater tries to build a lake
On the living room floor.
There are dim orange lights downstairs
But where I am sprawled on covers that need laundering
The spotlight is harshest, brightest.
I shut all the lights and in the darkness
With rain, wind, ghosts and the ever-present Nissin cup noodles
I find welcome.
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Hmmmm. Hmmmmm. Fuuuu~
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Stormy Night
Alone with the music of the storm
And hot instant noodles.
The ghosts are playing hide-and-seek
With every swivel of my head they are gone
But their shifting footsteps, gauzy shadows and laughter
Pass the edge of my senses.
They do not scare me but rather, comfort
Stories and books beckoning from the laptop screen
And oh, my room has no right to be warm
On such a cold, cold night
The once-feared loneliness has now become
A trusted companion - a silent friend.
Rainwater tries to build a lake
On the living room floor.
There are dim orange lights downstairs
But where I am sprawled on covers that need laundering
The spotlight is harshest, brightest.
I shut all the lights and in the darkness
With rain, wind, ghosts and the ever-present Nissin cup noodles
I find welcome.
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Hmmmm. Hmmmmm. Fuuuu~