The unfamiliar he stares at me
Never is he the man of my dreams
The he I wish to capture
To capture other he
For how could this unsculpted stomach
Gather the seed of their loins
Beneath many unspoken nights
Yet he stands still for capture
Since his pale skin could never capture
The he he wish to capture
The me this mirror
this phone uncaptured
For this prompt:
Look in the mirror. Does the person you see match the person you feel like on the inside? How much stock do you put in appearances?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us MIRRORED.
The peculiar font of the poem was due to me trying to edit it miserably across multiple softwares. The new theme was due to me not using the most of the features of the previous theme. Adding featured images is too much a hassle. And I guess my blog needs more of a microblog feel for quick, hassle-free, and reader-friendly prompt responses.