a firefly.

aglow in twilight air,
burning dust up brighter
so night flickers faster.

americana and pansies.

summer.

you.

Not for us do vistas spread, for “pastoral bliss”
take ancient poets, who under skies kiss.

For the internet kids, blinking lights of cities,
blurring out under rain, singing ditties.

We drink our fill (that trope remains), talk til dawn
reminds us to go sleep, to bed? Lead on.

“I won’t stop talking, I swear, I can’t, you’ll have to-“
Stop. Caution to winds, but haven’t a clue.

Is this the new normal? How do I, what? I like
you. That’s all. We do seem rather alike.

An elegy for the awkward. Kisses and qualms.
Have I touched your heart? Or just touched your palms?

his fingers sing, strumming
melodies from circle sweeps,
telling tales of lovers’ tryst,
getting caught, getting kissed.

oratory of silence
he sings without words, muses
dance behind his eyes, with
all is told in dances, myth

You’ve seen, I’m sure, my blog. Perhaps. Maybe..
(Am I being blasé?) I like, such things
Not found in mainstream minds; I guarantee
I’d rather be in ancient halls of kings,
Or fighting beasts in far’way lands than here.
Occasion’lly I’m Belle, at times I’m Croft;
I will admit at Ten dying I shed a tear
(Alright many), and a sweet man; but soft
What light through tumblr breaks? It is nerd boys.
Oh! They understand, and yet always are
In America, or some place far. Toys
I have never thrown away, but kept. Hours
I spend whiling away the days, online.
Nerd Girl I am, an awkward thing (divine).