Ryan (im_in_disguise) wrote in theunarmedm1nd,
Ryan
im_in_disguise
theunarmedm1nd

my greatest concern would be that I'm fucking with meter and rhyme scheme way too fucking much for how I normally write poetry.

We

Two light bulbs hung up in the sky
Two shapeless flowers, the switch of which
Will each day flip us turn us
ON/OFF ON/OFF ON/OFF
Though we’ve long since ceased and died

This glass-candy house is As Seen On TV
A safe place to sit, two spent candlesticks
Cast light through its prism
Throwing rainbows out onto the sand
We sleep to watch each other’s dreams

But the sun’s still a star as we hold hands
For at least the past eight minutes
Disregarding that light switch in us we
Play shadow puppets and pretend
The glass house glitters across the land

Two light bulb sky flowers
Rainbows rooted in glass house land
The switch is on, we’re burned out; gone
Flowers cannot grow to bloom in sand

They cannot bloom in sand.
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