The rejection episode was brutal;
the broken ceiling fan screaming
in horrible sounds, stretching in hardened
syllables, red-rusted consonants
crashing off course, double-spaced
nouns and pronouns dull, drifting
in shallow chambers as I sat in the
rocking chair in the living room
watching the flaming clouds converge
into each other. Sunken equations
outdated and bladed, slated songs
unfolding in the blackened sky, inhaling
the smoky atmosphere, unclear gerunds
lining the foggy mountains – my chests
crumbling in inner inkwells, slouched arms
disproportioned, wandering in unknown lands.
And as I studied the barren landscape,
my heart sinking a little, meaningless
phonetics whirling in the air, voiceless
rhetoric straining, twisting, freezing
in crumpled positions, my soul was
dividing in useless square roots.
And as I thought about the one
I loved, how I could feel his beautiful
existence on my skin, his smooth cheeks
pressed on my lips, dreamy eyes staring
at mine, my inner chamber was shutting
down, drowned, lingering within his
stunning soul system. I was in love
with him, but he was shifting on the
other side of various spectrums,
separate vowels half-dead, scattered
across the horizon. He knew I was
falling for his world, the lustrous stars
shining like bright love songs within
his crowned light, shimmery saxophones
jamming in his thighs, boundless drums
rattling in his glistening abs – the core
so crisp to the touch, hypnotizing
my creation, brightening serene
Jupiter inside my bloodstream.
I wanted to travel through his grassland,
feel sweet harmonies circle the air,
embracing exuberant tunes, thrilling
dreams, dazzling scenery surrounding
his wonderland wave. But his palace
of passion was diverging from my universe,
sleek perimeters splitting apart, confused,
bruised, centimeters charred, scarred,
pulsating meters exploded, yelling yards
exposed, shattered, swarming in shapeless
seas. And as I attempted to breathe
in his scintillating nation, the balcony
of his luminous bridges, the vivid angles
running through his muscles, brilliant
veins reaching out to me in the midnight,
his soul calling me overseas, I could
see his shadowed surface pulling away
from me in the steel gray cityscape,
every part of me searching for a missing love.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 10:00 AM UTC
The rejection episode was brutal;
the broken ceiling fan screaming
in horrible sounds, stretching in hardened
syllables, red-rusted consonants
crashing off course, double-spaced
nouns and pronouns dull, drifting
in shallow chambers as I sat in the
rocking chair in the living room
watching the flaming clouds converge
into each other. Sunken equations
outdated and bladed, slated songs
unfolding in the blackened sky, inhaling
the smoky atmosphere, unclear gerunds
lining the foggy mountains – my chests
crumbling in inner inkwells, slouched arms
disproportioned, wandering in unknown lands.
And as I studied the barren landscape,
my heart sinking a little, meaningless
phonetics whirling in the air, voiceless
rhetoric straining, twisting, freezing
in crumpled positions, my soul was
dividing in useless square roots.
And as I thought about the one
I loved, how I could feel his beautiful
existence on my skin, his smooth cheeks
pressed on my lips, dreamy eyes staring
at mine, my inner chamber was shutting
down, drowned, lingering within his
stunning soul system. I was in love
with him, but he was shifting on the
other side of various spectrums,
separate vowels half-dead, scattered
across the horizon. He knew I was
falling for his world, the lustrous stars
shining like bright love songs within
his crowned light, shimmery saxophones
jamming in his thighs, boundless drums
rattling in his glistening abs – the core
so crisp to the touch, hypnotizing
my creation, brightening serene
Jupiter inside my bloodstream.
I wanted to travel through his grassland,
feel sweet harmonies circle the air,
embracing exuberant tunes, thrilling
dreams, dazzling scenery surrounding
his wonderland wave. But his palace
of passion was diverging from my universe,
sleek perimeters splitting apart, confused,
bruised, centimeters charred, scarred,
pulsating meters exploded, yelling yards
exposed, shattered, swarming in shapeless
seas. And as I attempted to breathe
in his scintillating nation, the balcony
of his luminous bridges, the vivid angles
running through his muscles, brilliant
veins reaching out to me in the midnight,
his soul calling me overseas, I could
see his shadowed surface pulling away
from me in the steel gray cityscape,
every part of me searching for a missing love.
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