(n) indulgence in aimless thought or dreamy imagining
In the quiet
In-between zones
No one watches
No one judges
No one holds expectations
For a moment I don’t exist
And I’m grateful for the dark
Posting schedule? What posting schedule?
Oh my gosh I’ve been so inconsistent this summer. I blame the awful heat. Since school has started back up I should be back on track posting-wise though!
Who can see me through this guise,
My poorly hidden pantomimes.
I’m looking at my overbite,
My worry lines, unsightly eyes.
And once I’ve beaten all the drums,
The meter’s set, my day is done,
They’ve taken off all at a run
And I’ll be here left in disquiet
Hot plate
She drinks Coffee Mate
While I passively expire
Inbred
She’ll soon be dead
Why don’t you come and join me by the fire
Timepiece
She’ll dress in fleece
I think I’ll go lie down awhile
Red letters
Her dress is tatters
I guess we’ll all go out in style
My mind speaks volumes
I won’t say a word
(Mama said she’d buy me a mockingbird)
Indentured to sickness
She won’t stand a chance
Bejeweled wings flutter a commonplace dance
(If that mockingbird don’t sing)
A value of equal to or less in stature than
Some thing left to squaller
I’ve muddled it, and,
(Mama said she’d buy me a diamond ring)
For too late I find, I’ve lost peace of mind,
And those thoughts are loud enough to ponder.
Inspiration on thin ice
Those melodies don’t play nice
When you’re underground
Hairlines gathering dust
They concede that you must comply,
For at least what’s under my
Jurisdiction
Enchanted and allured by you,
Your presence changes every tune
I still remember that sweet afternoon,
When everything grew over summer
In misting steps I gather
In quiet there is sown
In mounting quakes I wither
And evil lies below
