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Moonlight Sonata is hanging in the window crack
It wanted to reach the ground
It’s okay
I’m not here to nourish thirsty hearts
I just feel hot and wet
Cheap coffee is standing still on the sill
It wanted to take a good photo with a book
It’s okay
Whether it takes the photo or not
It doesn’t get noble
It doesn’t get mad
It just gets cold
waiting to be consumed by the abyss
Thick notebook expects much from me
It wanted to be full
It’s okay
I don’t mind the blank pages
They remind me of my early ages
Thirsty, priceless, empty…
It wanted to reach the ground
It’s okay
I’m not here to nourish thirsty hearts
I just feel hot and wet
Cheap coffee is standing still on the sill
It wanted to take a good photo with a book
It’s okay
Whether it takes the photo or not
It doesn’t get noble
It doesn’t get mad
It just gets cold
waiting to be consumed by the abyss
Thick notebook expects much from me
It wanted to be full
It’s okay
I don’t mind the blank pages
They remind me of my early ages
Thirsty, priceless, empty…
Published 5th Aug 2024
Author's Note
I always think we humans are quite disingenuous creatures. What we show is not always what we are, it exhausts me...
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OH FUCK. I can't get away from that opening line.
"Moonlight Sonata is hanging in the window crack
It wanted to reach the ground"
Holy fuck. I grew up with that song tumbling through the air, and that personification was motherfucking brilliant.
I can barely get through the first stanza without wanting to throw shit. I get really excited when I see words twisted like this... and FUCK. Your triplet is fuckign SUBMLIME
"Moonlight Sonata is hanging in the window crack
It wanted to reach the ground" (SOOOO GOOD)
"Cheap coffee is standing still on the sill
It wanted to take a good photo with a book" (ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THE COFFEE AND THE SILL WITH THE WINDOW CRACKED AND THE MUSIC CREEPING)
"Thick notebook expects much from me
It wanted to be full" (AND YOU WAITING FOR WORDS AMID IT ALL... AAAAAAA)
All of these expectations that never get met, and your calm assurance that it doesn't even matter. None of it. The wishes are all as empty as the windowsills and notebooks.
This is a hell of a poem.
"Moonlight Sonata is hanging in the window crack
It wanted to reach the ground"
Holy fuck. I grew up with that song tumbling through the air, and that personification was motherfucking brilliant.
I can barely get through the first stanza without wanting to throw shit. I get really excited when I see words twisted like this... and FUCK. Your triplet is fuckign SUBMLIME
"Moonlight Sonata is hanging in the window crack
It wanted to reach the ground" (SOOOO GOOD)
"Cheap coffee is standing still on the sill
It wanted to take a good photo with a book" (ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THE COFFEE AND THE SILL WITH THE WINDOW CRACKED AND THE MUSIC CREEPING)
"Thick notebook expects much from me
It wanted to be full" (AND YOU WAITING FOR WORDS AMID IT ALL... AAAAAAA)
All of these expectations that never get met, and your calm assurance that it doesn't even matter. None of it. The wishes are all as empty as the windowsills and notebooks.
This is a hell of a poem.
6th Aug 2024 9:19am
Thank you, really! This is literally the most heartwarming comment I have ever received from readers.
