ew poetry. gross
Yeah. So I wrote this during my twenty minute lunch break sitting in my car on the back of a paycheck memo using an Elliott Smith CD for a surface.
me = classy.
Through the pane I see you
Nestled against the upholstery
Worn out from your final day of banal obligations
Allowing sleep to control you
I watch from the darkness as light illuminates onto your placid face
A smile distantly formed onto your mouth
You're dreaming
Your mind has taken you on that voyage across the border
Into a better world of opportunity and potential
You're frolicking somewhere far away
Salty air padding your body as you wander
Boardwalks and beaches
Following dying leaves with your eyes as they wage peace with the ground
You laugh a new kind of laugher
An adapted harmony
The sky domes overhead as a topless roof
You dance under it with kinetic wanting
Freedom, prosperity, liberation
You're gone to this land
You're there in all your migrant mirth
And I tap on the glass to bring you back
Mm God dammit, every stupid thing reminds me of that kid. And for some reason fingerspacing my rounders (haha, everybody's like "what the HELL does THAT mean??!") inspired me to compose that poem in my head when that random memory came to mind.
Ugh. Ew. I'm wasting perfectly good creative energy on him. I do'nt even know why I still feel that way about him. I'm pretty sure I'm mad at him and have been for like... *looks at watch* ...five days now. Why can't I write angsty love poetry about a guy who is NOT a total dickhead?
...Oh just ignore me. I'm ranting. THat's what lj.com is for, sillies.
Eh, he's probably reading this.
Hey you!
Loser.
Okay next time i'll write something worth your guys' time. At least I'll attempt. The intention is there, guys. Remember that. The intention is there.
me = classy.
Through the pane I see you
Nestled against the upholstery
Worn out from your final day of banal obligations
Allowing sleep to control you
I watch from the darkness as light illuminates onto your placid face
A smile distantly formed onto your mouth
You're dreaming
Your mind has taken you on that voyage across the border
Into a better world of opportunity and potential
You're frolicking somewhere far away
Salty air padding your body as you wander
Boardwalks and beaches
Following dying leaves with your eyes as they wage peace with the ground
You laugh a new kind of laugher
An adapted harmony
The sky domes overhead as a topless roof
You dance under it with kinetic wanting
Freedom, prosperity, liberation
You're gone to this land
You're there in all your migrant mirth
And I tap on the glass to bring you back
Mm God dammit, every stupid thing reminds me of that kid. And for some reason fingerspacing my rounders (haha, everybody's like "what the HELL does THAT mean??!") inspired me to compose that poem in my head when that random memory came to mind.
Ugh. Ew. I'm wasting perfectly good creative energy on him. I do'nt even know why I still feel that way about him. I'm pretty sure I'm mad at him and have been for like... *looks at watch* ...five days now. Why can't I write angsty love poetry about a guy who is NOT a total dickhead?
...Oh just ignore me. I'm ranting. THat's what lj.com is for, sillies.
Eh, he's probably reading this.
Hey you!
Loser.
Okay next time i'll write something worth your guys' time. At least I'll attempt. The intention is there, guys. Remember that. The intention is there.