Day by day,
night by night,
such a cliche opening;
I hate it.
Usually,
I can sit & write unbounded
but recently my brain's been
cleaved into microscopic encryptions.
It seems almost impossible to
...elucidate my mental paradigm
...or maybe to accept it?
Sometimes...
I find myself
yearning to write about nature
but then I begin to cogitate on
how aesthetic nature is.
Trees and flowers.
*"You and me.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
..under the trees.
R-O-L-L-I-N-G
...in the flowers.
You and me."*
****
Don't get things misconstrued,
I just love,
writing about love.
There's a girl I've never met
but mentally it feels like,
we share telepathy.
I feel like
...within the distance between us,
there's this distinctive cryptic aura
and I yearn to decrypt it.
****
...told you I just love writing about love.
Ironically though,
I'm far from ready for it.
-d.b.d.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Day by day,
night by night,
such a cliche opening;
I hate it.
Usually,
I can sit & write unbounded
but recently my brain's been
cleaved into microscopic encryptions.
It seems almost impossible to
...elucidate my mental paradigm
...or maybe to accept it?
Sometimes...
I find myself
yearning to write about nature
but then I begin to cogitate on
how aesthetic nature is.
Trees and flowers.
*"You and me.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
..under the trees.
R-O-L-L-I-N-G
...in the flowers.
You and me."*
****
Don't get things misconstrued,
I just love,
writing about love.
There's a girl I've never met
but mentally it feels like,
we share telepathy.
I feel like
...within the distance between us,
there's this distinctive cryptic aura
and I yearn to decrypt it.
****
...told you I just love writing about love.
Ironically though,
I'm far from ready for it.
-d.b.d.
