2am talking to you... The hum of a neon sign, Emitting light so tranquil Purple Luminescence on your face. The sparkle in your eye, it brings life to all... The smile in your words In comparison everything so small.
In conversation vocalising the deep within
What can I say, 2am there is no filter Here.
The euphoria so intense all Existence has so much Distance, the world fades away...
Quizzed with the words you speak Everything begins to dull Everything so quiet and clear
The realisation of how much I hold you dear I'd hate to think what I'd do Without you here
The clock’s short arm is two lines over midnight, And the internet is a river of nocturnal creatures, My fishing rod is as plastic as my phony profile picture’s nose, A scripted act of deep affection a tasty trapping virtual bait, Singing mermaid ringing you in There’s nowhere else to swim.
Successful the catfish-lady catching a fish-man.
I wonder if there any catfishes on HP using poetry to draw us in?
I am not tethered Not yet Not ever I exist exclusively outside your gaze I belong to myself now You will not keep me here, In fear and in folly And I, I will not stay Though I am weary of what awaits me No! Let me rise, now The strength of my atonement and courage Will protect me As I wonder into a page without your expectations of failure. Yes! I choose to be free.
I have chosen sobriety for nearly six weeks. This is an ode to myself and everything I am becoming.