Watching The Condensation Seep Into The Desk

Watching the condensation seep into the desk
I think of the glories that have gone away
The ice melting/mixing into my single malt
I’ve been nervous, but I’m okay by the end of the day
These days weren’t the ones we’ve been dreaming of
Idealistic thoughts when we were on foreign shores
Imagining celebrities dancing inter formalwear
Fancy & festive role models displayed forevermore
Upon the big screen & locked into our minds
Americana lost & the golden age of Hollywood
Stoking the passion of our fervid imaginations
Inspiring our dreams like nothing else ever could
Our hopes & desires abandoned & hung out to dry
Stark realization our fantasies are mere celluloid
The cold night, withering on the streets alone
Upon the credits, leaving the theater broke & into the void

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I can’t sleep, so here’s a poem for ya…

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I keep looking around my desk
Searching for anything to write
Confusion in this chaos
Fearful I might come off as trite
The floor littered with scraps
The false words & near misses
Wishing you were here with me
To reassure with a few of your kisses

Perpetual Time Lumbering On

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Perpetual time lumbering on
Your heart beats with each tick of the clock
A tiny desk lamp illuminating the room
Silent door upon no one knocks
Staring off into forgotten lore
Heaters no match for a winter’s night
Sitting removed in only underwear
Repel this world of justified fright
Questioning all the spoken reasons
Unlit candles calling out my name
Clinking together, so I turn my head
Hush, let us not speak about this shame