Spontaneity
By FearnHouse


A faint powdered snow drifts down
upon the ice-laden walkways,
laced with skin-biting arrows pelting
exposed epidermis in the form of wind—
natural energy spawning unnatural pain
The dismal circumstances are skimmed over,
in a way, by my conscious…
kept at bay by a burning cylinder


Glancing up toward the phosphorescence
reveals a magical spectacle of snow,
frozen in time it seems,
glinting back at me, transporting
me to a world of tundra, devoured in white—
even if for a short time—
where in my mind, there stands
only myself amongst a secluded forest of coniferous…


The steady slumber of snowfall imprinting
into my memory…. Appreciating
such subtle beauties is a hobby that I rath—
a different glint breaks my trance,
yanks me back to ‘reality’
The culprit: a hot-pink Monroe Piercing


A new fascination now distracts the
clothes-penetrating cold from my mind
Shoulder length hair glistens in the twilight
as a cute girl steps outside for
her own brand of cancer
The sleeve of her jacket gets bunched up
a bit, and some ink of a Top-Hatted
Jack Skellington becomes prevalent
This sight sends my brain to the Gravitron
for one hell of a ride (as Tim Burton’s
masterpiece is my favourite movie, ever)


Yet my mind still feels trapped within the
gravitating disc of disillusion, helplessly
watching arms, which belong to me,
legs, of mine,
dragging earth beneath themselves,
moving in harmony foot by foot,
ever closer towards the pretty girl
with the Pumpkin King tattoo


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I am 20 (almost 21) years old and am attending Harper College, working towards a degree in Mathematics Education. Writing is something that I have a passion for and enjoy thoroughly. I look forward to pursuing this quest.