Escaspism

Sunday playlist plays in the background
lazy coffee cups lined by the window
An ugly painting half done
with the excuse of an allegory..

Sky threatened to pour over
the kind of weather that makes you want to die slower
I found myself under the sheets
blissfully ignoring the exam next week..

Tangled hair that smelled like shampoo
now laid scattered across his hand
Fingers stained blue stuck to his face by glue
his eyes slipped to mine and he just understands..

I'd cry about my ugly paintings..
and then about all my cravings
Then i rant about my physics test
and then about how i got into liking cats..

He'd wipe my tears and sweat
and then the paint on my chest..
left me in my bed with a kiss on my head
But we'll always be connected by a red thread..

Author's Note

It's a pretty sunday here and i couldn't bring myself to study..and this is what i did instead.. just so you know 'he' isn't a he, i meant it as a symbolic thing.. 'he' is what takes us to another world, 'he' is your escape route after a rough life, and 'he' alone is the reason of existence for some people..

Reviews

[Nusquam Esse]

Your second stanza is what really captivated me. For me it speaks of a rolling rain that lulls you to solitude, giving you an excuse to feel outside in the scents that drift through the window. But I think the beauty here, is that this won't be the same for everyone. But I guess that is what makes moments where we 'die slower' seem more intimate?

Ugly half finished paintings have their own charm, hang them in your guest room to let your unsettling 'metaphor' hang over those who visit.

I needed to do schoolwork today, but it took me longer than I care to admit to get myself in the mood. I mean, I still made good progress, at the expense of staying up later than I should?

As for the whole theme of an intangible 'he', I get it. When you think in possibilities and impressions, sometimes the most intimate 'they' is simply a stirring in the heart that isn't a specific person. It's an emotion, beyond a physical manifestation, I guess? Many of my poems do the same thing, not directed to someone, so much as an absence? It isn't so simply longing, but I guess that in itself... The act of exploring what isn't, is itself escapism?

Anyway, I enjoyed this, thanks for making my tired mind wander so.

[August]

Thank you for reading my poem.. I'm so glad that you enjoyed it and i really appreciate your views..

[John F]

Ah such lovely poetic meanderings! The first two stanzas are my favourite. They express such clarity in the moment. I really admire lines that place you carefully in a scene, and I could see this all in my mind.

[August]

Thank youu for reading and reviewing..

[Arundass TP]

Escapism is deep rooted in each individual. It's a defence mechanism. Nicely written poem

[August]

Thank you sir..

[Dylan Macadham]

God Bless Escapism! I don't believe in God, but in Escaping I surely do!
My favorites are Writers Cafe, Movies old & new, Ice cream & Peanuts in the Shell :) ...cracking them gives me a sense of accomplishment😅
Great write, August, hits home! :)

[August]

Thank you..and ong yes, I've had those peanuts in shell like years ago and it is kinda satisfying..thank you for sharing your thoughts..

[D. Mansfield]

This is way better than studying

[August]

Thank youu..glad that you think so!

[Beren]

AWWW GIRL you are GREAT at this! I loved how you used the ‘he’ but even before that, this poem flows so naturally, and I felt the same… I should study probably…
But anyways. I’m glad to read this.
First of all if you don’t mind I would like to see your beautiful paintings❤️
And; I understand that “he” metaphor, I think we all have that, and sometimes that delusion can save us.
I love this so muchh

[August]

NOO I'M NOTT😭.. thank you beren..