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Frostbitten Sonnet
Lights out Shakespeare, “Sonnets are for suckas!”
Long past dancing around it, I’m a bad motherfucka.
If you can’t handle the skeletons eking out my closet,
Then don’t bother with the scribbles packed inside my pocket.
Today I wished I had named her Storm,
Daily downpour, drenched can’t make me conform.
This city too never sleeps, caffeinated Seattle wide awake,
Pitch-black seeping, light speeding sunrise quicksand coffee break.
Blink, blink, blink can’t be seduced by my subconscious unsheathed,
Vividly with trickery your face, your face, your face- I’m shaken, seethed.
Disorientated why must I close my eyes and still see you?
The five years ago you, rationalize remind myself now you’re see-through
Sick, you make me ill, how do you sleep at night?
Your frozen solid, Ice King, you give me frostbite.
Disorientated why must I close my eyes and still see you?
The five years ago you, rationalize remind myself now you’re see-through
Sick, you make me ill, how do you sleep at night?
Your frozen solid, Ice King, you give me frostbite
look at your above stanzas..how sweetly done with rich meanings and the same with questioning style and much more... really a sweet poem from my favorite poet shana