the white scenery beneath these hands
only disrupted by
scattered black islands
the breathing air in this cold room
clear yet filled
with o so sweet tones
the movement of these skilled fingers
an ****** dance
caught on open display
the elegance of this daring feat
shining bare
under demanding lights
the piano
not obeying
but
freeing me
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
i can't catch my image in the mirror
try to haunt it with my eyes
but the glibberish mass
escapes narrowly
everytime
i searched for a scale in this room
but the drawers are all empty
no number to cry over
but also no pride
just uncertainty
i want to brush my itching teeth
there is no brush, nor paste
reaching for a packet of gum
i chew inexorably
latching onto it
on christmas eve
i wished for nothing more
than
a scale, a toothbrush
and some pride
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
how much do i wish
to behold the beauty
everyone seems to see.
lights upon their eyes
the kindness of one's heart
it looks dull to me.
all i can discern
in my foolish gaze
is cruelty-
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC