90201 oh, what a place to be.
New colors , deep smells, what lovely things to see.
No one’s here except the incarnation of my soul, filling every corner of the room.
My mind as small as a flea, new mornings with Korean tea, not thinking of a person besides me.
No emotions for no one else, just alone in the white room of 90210, my second happy place.
Sew up lace dresses, black, white, and grey, canvases on the wall.
Small room with bright lights down the hall.
oh, the 90210 has it all, everything you need. Everything you want to be free…
amaya
12:41 am
monday August 13,2018
Poetry
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I love the imagery in this poem – the whole thing is so easy to picture thanks to your ability to set a scene. I especially like the line “Sew up lace dresses, black, white, and grey, canvases on the wall.” Have you considered writing short fiction pieces along with poetry? I think you would be great at it since you are great with setting and imagery. The only recommendation I would have would be to not rely so heavily on a structured rhyme scheme, as it makes the poem come off sing-songy which, if that is the intention, then you did a great job but if not, I would say let loose and don’t rely so much on rhyme. Otherwise, great job and I look forward to seeing more from you!
Thank you! I will try my best to not make it sound like a song!