Dearest oh nathaniel,
what's that i hear?
when dusk cloaks the infinite shade of dark blue
spilling out of your wavering frown
a cuss word?
no it's
a whimper, a merciful
cry for help.
it starts out small,
not like baby steps - in fact, far from it
it's gargantuan like that giant from that fairy tale
that you yearn to reside in
and it crescendos into a melancholy howl
just like the werewolves in
little red riding hood.
under the shadows of your abode
inside the head full of numbers
all red ink ; no pity
leering and lashing like corrected mistakes
from those animals
who solely came for the bread.
let me extricate you
no sweetie i won't fold you
to fit into a rabbit hole
you're not alice most definitely
you are already a minuscule caricature
the ones i doodle on my foolscap pad during maths
with bigger objectives and a yellow brick road
full of life
much animated than the
musical numbers
i sing in your ear
when you're
dozing off in chemistry
your crooked nose peeking out from underneath your folded arms
twitching at the notes strung together with lines of amusement and pure merriment
dearest oh nathaniel, you don't resemble Pinnochio.
instead i'll urge you to wear that glass slipper
slip it on quick and
leave a vestige
of gingerbread crumbs
that is
ineradicable and incontestable
like your heart
pure and gold
not from all those lessons in church
but from those involuntary explorations
into the never-ending sky.
and your tirades about
this school and society
that kaleidoscope in your eyes
unravelling like Rapunzel's locks
to form that opinionated you
they're part of
our counter attacks
on the Indian Ocean
all ephemeral
no aftertaste
of distaste
for it's peppered with
jest and zest.
our midnight discussions about feminism
and the women who fought in wars
they extol you from heaven
for your open-minded sentiment
they might say to me
in a hushed, demure tone
that he's like the pea
the princess eventually
found
concealed amongst
perpetuated mattresses.
the ugly duckling
did spin into ethereal
as time is of the essence
so don't compare yourself against
your friends
gymming isn't even a word
sprawled upon
online dictionaries
dearest oh nathaniel, i don't have to thumb through the dictionaries
to know that you're oh-so wrong.
desist from the self-inflicted loathe
it doesn't pain me
for i'll still love
you
unconditionally
but for the sake of your sanity
halt all the macabre,
grim, gore
and
ghoul.
dearest oh nathaniel,
your smile is a
sworn clandestine
evoking a swoon
and a creak from my
rusty knees
a poignant mess
enmeshed into
a human manifestation
of super novas
amalgamated together
hypnotizing me into
deep slumber
without the ***** of a
sewing needle.
let me sweep all those
poor lies
and false hopes
unlike Aladdin's
under a magic carpet
and try to lift the corners
of your mouth skyward
however i'm no
puppeteer and i don't see
no strings attached
so my endeavours
may be futile
but your laugh
jesus christ
it resonates on a tenfold
with the metal songs
buzzing out of your earpieces
that resonate deeply
with that
"cold heart"
that you claim
to be
yours
and i hold on to
it like dear life,
dearest oh nathaniel.
dearest oh nathaniel,
for you shall see
that
decampment isn't
the easy way out
because the
emblem of
you
will be scattered
around the
asphalt
frisking and skittish.
like what i've
said
i won't fold you to fit into
my pocket
neither will i
drop you into
the sea
i am that lighthouse
stationary
though
luminous in
the falling mist
and
rising fog.
dearest oh nathaniel,
what is that i hear?
no it's certainly
not a merciful
cry for help.
it's not a
battle cry
or a
symphony
dearest oh nathaniel, don't be a fool.
it's you
unabridged
in sheer
rapture.
dearest oh nathaniel,
i'm talking to you.
| dearest oh nathaniel - m.m |
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
Dearest oh nathaniel,
what's that i hear?
when dusk cloaks the infinite shade of dark blue
spilling out of your wavering frown
a cuss word?
no it's
a whimper, a merciful
cry for help.
it starts out small,
not like baby steps - in fact, far from it
it's gargantuan like that giant from that fairy tale
that you yearn to reside in
and it crescendos into a melancholy howl
just like the werewolves in
little red riding hood.
under the shadows of your abode
inside the head full of numbers
all red ink ; no pity
leering and lashing like corrected mistakes
from those animals
who solely came for the bread.
let me extricate you
no sweetie i won't fold you
to fit into a rabbit hole
you're not alice most definitely
you are already a minuscule caricature
the ones i doodle on my foolscap pad during maths
with bigger objectives and a yellow brick road
full of life
much animated than the
musical numbers
i sing in your ear
when you're
dozing off in chemistry
your crooked nose peeking out from underneath your folded arms
twitching at the notes strung together with lines of amusement and pure merriment
dearest oh nathaniel, you don't resemble Pinnochio.
instead i'll urge you to wear that glass slipper
slip it on quick and
leave a vestige
of gingerbread crumbs
that is
ineradicable and incontestable
like your heart
pure and gold
not from all those lessons in church
but from those involuntary explorations
into the never-ending sky.
and your tirades about
this school and society
that kaleidoscope in your eyes
unravelling like Rapunzel's locks
to form that opinionated you
they're part of
our counter attacks
on the Indian Ocean
all ephemeral
no aftertaste
of distaste
for it's peppered with
jest and zest.
our midnight discussions about feminism
and the women who fought in wars
they extol you from heaven
for your open-minded sentiment
they might say to me
in a hushed, demure tone
that he's like the pea
the princess eventually
found
concealed amongst
perpetuated mattresses.
the ugly duckling
did spin into ethereal
as time is of the essence
so don't compare yourself against
your friends
gymming isn't even a word
sprawled upon
online dictionaries
dearest oh nathaniel, i don't have to thumb through the dictionaries
to know that you're oh-so wrong.
desist from the self-inflicted loathe
it doesn't pain me
for i'll still love
you
unconditionally
but for the sake of your sanity
halt all the macabre,
grim, gore
and
ghoul.
dearest oh nathaniel,
your smile is a
sworn clandestine
evoking a swoon
and a creak from my
rusty knees
a poignant mess
enmeshed into
a human manifestation
of super novas
amalgamated together
hypnotizing me into
deep slumber
without the ***** of a
sewing needle.
let me sweep all those
poor lies
and false hopes
unlike Aladdin's
under a magic carpet
and try to lift the corners
of your mouth skyward
however i'm no
puppeteer and i don't see
no strings attached
so my endeavours
may be futile
but your laugh
jesus christ
it resonates on a tenfold
with the metal songs
buzzing out of your earpieces
that resonate deeply
with that
"cold heart"
that you claim
to be
yours
and i hold on to
it like dear life,
dearest oh nathaniel.
dearest oh nathaniel,
for you shall see
that
decampment isn't
the easy way out
because the
emblem of
you
will be scattered
around the
asphalt
frisking and skittish.
like what i've
said
i won't fold you to fit into
my pocket
neither will i
drop you into
the sea
i am that lighthouse
stationary
though
luminous in
the falling mist
and
rising fog.
dearest oh nathaniel,
what is that i hear?
no it's certainly
not a merciful
cry for help.
it's not a
battle cry
or a
symphony
dearest oh nathaniel, don't be a fool.
it's you
unabridged
in sheer
rapture.
dearest oh nathaniel,
i'm talking to you.
| dearest oh nathaniel - m.m |
