Babes, mom. I gotta look cool.
the shirts i find on my floor/ they still smell like you/ my scrunchies have a faint tinge/ and all my sweaters too
i try to rolls my eyes/ and i want to look away/ and yet no matter how hard it is/ i can’t come back to stay
i keep our photos up on my wall/ because i insist we’re still friends/ but we rarely talk anymore/ at least since we saw our end
i want to keep busy/ i write and write and write/ and just save it all as a draft/ because i’m afraid i hold on too tight
love is love is love/ it comes and goes/ and it falls apart/ as fast as it grows
love is love is love/ it’s opposite is not hate/ but an empty sense/ that’s just as strong of bait
love is love is love/ yet sometimes it has to wither/ to make more room/ or away it will slither
love is love is love/ at least so they say/ and yes it’ll be hard/ but not all good things stay
here i sit/ in the solid dark/ the solids of solitude/with contrast ever so stark
blink once/ he holds your hand/ blink twice/ he drops you from land
down, down i fall/ to the pits of hell/ the flesh that flames engulf/ the place where shadows dwell
blink once/ fresh as flowers/ blink twice/ her smell you wish to devour
down, down i fall/ for i stop before i lust/ the intangible i desire/ but to hold back is a must
blink once/ she’s mine/ blink twice/ you lose all divine
down, down i fall/ between the blinks/ as the bible rots/ as all standard shrinks
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 