Thought I'd write something different of a poem, what goes on outside my head as opposed what's going on inside it. It's basically about me standing by my livingroom window for just a few minutes, or maybe just a few seconds. It doesn't have to be more complicated than that. I just love writing poerty! Sometimes I produce three a day, sometimes it goes weeks between two poems. They're almost all in English, cause yeah, English rocks! What would I do without this language? Perhaps becoming better in Swedish... or not, how can I know. I've posted a few in an otherkin forum, related to that and got some positive feedback. Those little things in life, I'm really enjoying them lately, even if it's just a cup of tea. It's something to hold on to when you don't really have that much to hold on to.
"Swirling cigarette smoke
around my curtains
I stand by the window
to watch the sun go down
A chilly breeze finds its way
through my hair
I'm barely distracted
from the thoughts in my head
A coffee cup too warm to hold
the sweet milky sip
caressing my dry mouth
just before the smoke dries it again
A warming robe not doing its job
as the coldness holds me tightly
the lingering headache, always there
as a bitter reminder
that I'm still here"
http://otherkincommunity.net/forums - in case anyone is interested in which forum I'm babbling about all the time. I'm Azubah there.
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