by winged-backpack » Thu Jan 11, 2018 10:02 am
(this is a poem I wrote a while back ^^ thank you for the opportunity!)
I curl up in bed
Block out the noisy ramblings
Of this family I despise
With the loud, booming sound
The music I love allowing me to escape
Escape from the day
I pick up a book
The works of Poe, or Lovecraft,
Or Stoker, or Shelley,
I fall headfirst into their worlds
Even though I can't see them
I can hear them,
I'm lost
She's asleep in her bed
The one I bought for her eleventh
A black and grey ball of fur
She snores in her old age
Starts to jerk her leg,
Chasing a cat in her dreamscape
I wrap my blanket around my shoulders
It's older than I am,
My first blanket,
Is it wrong to be an adult
Yet still call it "blankie"?
Probably, but who cares?
I stand up to light a candle
But which scent?
Cappuccino Truffle? Mulled Wine?
Black Coconut? Witches' Brew?
I choose and strike the match
The flame grows and glows
The rain lashes against the window
I stop my music to just listen
And in this moment, I appreciate
That no matter how much life gets to me
I can always escape to my room
My cave of comfort.
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they/them pronouns) I love Harry Potter, Star Wars,
and Tim Burton films. Birthday is 27th October ^^
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