Anime Mystery
Breaking myself in...
Something I wrote. I sat down to write the lyrics to a witnessing song about a gakusei girl playing with her phone...
This is something that came instead.
Her skirt,
A placid curtain
Close the doors on memories
Torture, but don't kill,
The secrets
Anime lips
Form a crescent remark
On taste.
Mingle perspiration and
Lipgloss
Her phone
A material mindset
More fingers for her hand
Delete
Less to recall
Less to remorse
Textured folds
Hair that rides the sunlight
A wary backdrop for your face
A vacant expression
Silent eyes
Home alone
Where the doorbell doesn't ring.
Anxious fingers
Stroke satire skin
Seventeen years old
And aging
So I am as filthy on the outside
As on the in.
We watch her,
Faded description
As cliche
As the sun and moon
We have answers
And wings
Guarded spirit
Nature rests on frail shoulders
Fantasies flicker
Behind rusted hinges
And the doorbell doesn't ring.
Something I wrote. I sat down to write the lyrics to a witnessing song about a gakusei girl playing with her phone...
This is something that came instead.
Her skirt,
A placid curtain
Close the doors on memories
Torture, but don't kill,
The secrets
Anime lips
Form a crescent remark
On taste.
Mingle perspiration and
Lipgloss
Her phone
A material mindset
More fingers for her hand
Delete
Less to recall
Less to remorse
Textured folds
Hair that rides the sunlight
A wary backdrop for your face
A vacant expression
Silent eyes
Home alone
Where the doorbell doesn't ring.
Anxious fingers
Stroke satire skin
Seventeen years old
And aging
So I am as filthy on the outside
As on the in.
We watch her,
Faded description
As cliche
As the sun and moon
We have answers
And wings
Guarded spirit
Nature rests on frail shoulders
Fantasies flicker
Behind rusted hinges
And the doorbell doesn't ring.
posted by Florence at 6:20 PM
6 comments:
YOU'VE DONE IT!
You posted poetry! The spell is broken! It will be my turn someday.
You've captured her well.
I would say that she is now immortalized...but there are thousands of her.
AHhhhh Elaina. Don't post poetry! Don't do it! It's evil! You'll make me look snide!
I don't plan to do it often, I promise!
Well I like it.
You should post more...it's the way of blogs.
and it's good.
I will do it.
Fine.
humph.
gulp. you...did?
you...flattered me...behind my back?
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