the white room next door

the white room next door

 

 

please don't clutter my in-box

with your spamified kisses

i don't fall for that virus laced fantasy

anymore

 

my insanity doesn't need company

so reroute your intentions

and e-mail someone else your expectations

 

i am content to write myself letters

of in-congruent theme

even with the transient typos

 

perfection never became me

and i never became it

but fluency in flirtatious efficiency

knows no bounds

when it is in a natural state of connotation

 

so segregation from love

will immigrate to my hard drive

for the moment

 

and my mistakes will be saved

for only me to see,

in a file of solitary

 

meaning.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/12/15

Reviews

[JayceeC]

At some point we all grow out of that need to have anyone just to have someone, and we become more content with ourselves if we're very lucky. We don't need another half or line of symmetry and begin to find beauty in imperfections. That's when you realize you've learned something from all of those mistakes, so maybe they're not flaws so much as learning experiences.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes that is when you have learned...so true.
thank you for your insightful words, Jaycee.
read moreyes that is when you have learned...so true.
thank you for your insightful words, Jaycee.

j.

[icelandicblue]

Your poems often remind me of songs...in a white room with black curtains by the station. I see a number of things within the poem...new age love has become dating sites on the internet and sometimes it is better to be alone than dream of an illusion. My favorite lines:

perfection never became me
and i never became it

How boring perfection would be.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Anne...so good to see you again.

j.

[Elwyn]

Always impressed with how your mind creates these concepts. Expectations Kill... and those constant emailers are a little too practiced to make you feel special.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Elwyn.

j.

[Dhaye]

If there is no trust, then there will be no love. It's right to stop what you are doing because all you can feel is she is not true to you.
Just my opinion, sir according to how I viewed the poem.
Always a smart piece from you. Great start of being here tonight.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Dhaye,

j.

[andrew mitchell]

A tale of promises, promises, promises that don't deliver as you live in a padded cell from insanity by loves promises comes to mind. Sorry If I got it wrong as chosen words do push you along a path that otherwise might not be chosen! lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like this take, thank you for your words, andrew.

j.

[skiayly]

I'm a bit curious on why this piece is called "the white room next door" lol
I like how mention objects used for writing such as, "inbox", "email", and "letters" through out this piece. I also, enjoy how at the end you put "meaning" all by itself. Anyways, I enjoy reading this, and keep up the good work

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, skiayly!

j.