Not so Familar

Yay for SF inspired poetry =p I have so much inspiration and so little words on paper.

This city likes to swoon to the tune of moisture

Covering its glittering pavement

                                 It clings to all this empty greenery

I like to make my smile out of

 

There is cold dew in this San Francisco atmosphere

It fastens to the sky’s that droop low in this berth

                           My emptiness calls home

This sky isn’t the same as my summers

That I fell in love underneath

It likes to drain me until I’m as chilly as the airwaves

Suspending this empty body of mine in

                                                           Purgatory

 

I’m nothing more than an ordinary girl

Who thinks too much about how beautiful

           Cluttered thoughts can be

 

I’ve got eyes the color of typical

Though you say they’re more than anything

The kind colors of something you might find

                                           Familiar

I never really thought anyone found them

           Fascinating

                                Sometimes people even forget

                They’re blue

 

I’m trying to write my love into

           These strophes

                Forgetting that we don’t love anymore

At all

 

My thoughts beg me to remember

That even though doubt laces my tongue

Much the way lead shouldn’t lace

                                Your nutrients

Even if there may be no such thing

As Love 

It exists

 

Maybe just not for empty headed

Blond girls

                Much like

                                 Me

Author's Note

everything here is intentional

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

I’m nothing more than an ordinary girl
Who thinks too much about how beautiful
Cluttered thoughts can be

And what beautiful cluttered thoughts they are. Maybe it's the poem, maybe it's the combination of it and the easy song I'm listening to in the background, but this one affected me somehow. The tone of hope, and sorrow, and belief all flow over each other seamlessly, to create one great emotion, rather than many. There's a...mood...to this piece. It's my second favourite one of yours, next to the first one I read about the person who buries dead birds. Absolutely chilling. Like, the kind of goosebumps I get when nostalgia overtakes me, but pervaded and caused by a different kind of emotion.

[kera moondust]

thank you, this piece is about the end of a love of mine, and also my city...

[MachinaWriter]

Very well written. Thank you for sharing this. I really appreciate it.