Babes, mom. I gotta look cool.
she fixes the clip in her hair/ purses her lips/ smooths her sleek skirt/ and it all shifts in a blip
all she sees is the black/ the ink runs down/ a perfect album cover shot/ and onwards her head pounds
the click of the heels/ that have been replaced/ with the click of her teeth/ that have gained a red base
she walks the street corner/ phone on alert/ keys between fingers/ silent to avert
yet click and again/ i see her on my screen/ the newsline blares/ and again society fails to redeem
The greenery fools us all/ the resemblance of peace and tranquility/ the swoosh of the vines and swish of the leaves/ brings what we all forget to be anonymity
The flower petals you smell/ the sweet scents that fills your nose, your lungs/ breathe it in real slow and lean back/ because it’s just fibonacci that lingers among
The ocean you crave to crash down over/ with the salt that dries your hair after a spray/ the sand that grinds between your creases/ that only reminds you of how you long to stay
The trick nature pulls on us all/ the laugh that rings at our expense/ it’s not the bees buzzing or cicadas chiming/ but what the mother of all makes us repent
Welcome to my blog!! Blank slate, blank state. Actually, that means literally nothing so here we gooooo. Basics? I’m kind of a cat person but would never admit to anyone I know and I write some crappy poetry. Not quite roses are red, violets are blue, but I have dabbled in it before. I’m more of the everything I write will be an ABCB rhyme scheme because that’s what I do best and it’s all pretty literal. But that’s kind of boring sooooo. There’s so much pressure in the first post. It’s like a pilot episode of television. If it’s good, we air it. If not, sorry, try again next season. Here’s to airing my show:) -Susie
Cosmo Susie 