a cold cup of coffee

the infinte sadness and longing for rhyme and reason

i posted my thoughts today

caught my tongue and started to cry

wound myself in hair and teeth

held myself but couldnt sleep

the sun shines bright

the days warm glow

the sheets are cold

the mood seems right

the sweeping breeze

the scent of summer

i faded in and out

wore down and breathless

can you still hear me

can you still smell me

can you still see me deep within the bends. .. .. .. .. . . .. . . . .. .

 

 

 

can you find me?

a cold cup of coffee

whispers in the nite

a cracking near the ceiling

did you hear me, speak my name

or fogive me

or forget me

dragged me down in a ball of yarn

you never need me

i search the stars and pray

        dear god

how far did i fall from heaven?

did i have to land

scabbed

 

 

on an angels wings

Author's Note

it's purposely spred out, as intending to convey silence (or music) almost as to be read in spoken word.

Reviews

[Jessica{is inspired by ..]

I like the formatting of this piece, but you may want to do something with the first stanza. Nothing drastic, maybe just center it because it's a jump for the readers eye to go from one side of the page to the other so suddenly. Maybe it just needs to be that first line that is broken off in the center. It would act as a spacial transition.

I liked the feeling you were trying to give here. Before reading the author's note I took the spacing as sort of time passing in silence.

Overall, nicely done!

Jess