I just wonder. I look around and see things I didn't notice before. I stare and stare, I just want to figure it out. If I'm off work, I go and research as much as possible to sate that curiosity that churns and bubbles out of control behind my eyes. I'll never know if it shows on my face but its there. I need to know. It doesn't matter what the subject is. I just want to know.
Take today, my roommate came into the living room to see me staring at the Netflix queue on TV, trying to decide what to watch. I got distracted by the documentaries section and turned on two very good ones, one about Pompeii, and the other about fire ants.
I guess this is where most of my poetry comes from, this need to stare and figure things out. I feel a bit stupid rambling about it really. I just always feel like people are evaluating my intelligence and microscopically nitpicking my every word to find fault. I know they aren't but we all have our irrational thoughts and ideas.
Enough about boring nonsense.
Poems. I write them.
I wrote one today! Dedicated to my friend Ama who listened to me whine pathetically about a myriad of things the other night. This poem kind of sprang from a comment I made during that time.
Twinkling
They sell you on the fairy tale lot
Prince Charming waiting just for you
Ruffles, ribbons, Princess dress dry cleaned
tailored tirelessly by mice, complete
tiara jeweled and slippers of glass
When the sleeper opens her eyes
red rimmed, twelve hour shifts, little
sleep, bills, people leaving love laying
tattered in sad gutters, teaching you
the boot scraping's sorrow.
Enchanted pumpkins won't start,
your fairy godmother left the lights on.
Tinkerbell charges by the grain of Pixie dust.
We all feel a bit like those lost boys
And Neverland never seemed so far.
Turn your collar up and wish
upon a star, once in a while.
Don't forget the stars still twinkle,
twinkle like before. A simple smile,
maybe we won't forget wonder after all.
I think I'll leave it at that tonight, everybody. I'm planning to start that schedule this coming Sunday, so be on the lookout for a character bio.
Sleep well and sweet dreams.
I love this poem!! its so relateable!!
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