I've been in a writing mood. not anything concrete, just impressions of people.

[poetic_whim]

He rubs pale chapped hands together,
mutters to himself.
She sits too still for comfort
in an armchair
hostile
in it's purple paisley shabbiness.
Both trace the swirls and knots of wood
in a foreign table with their eyes
making use of coffee shop noise
to blanket their silence.

PS:I'm not seeking praise on this, but I wouldn't mind some honest

Comments

[poetic_whim]

thank you, and ya, hopefully I'll develope it into a poem, but right it's just an impression, a feeling, nothing concrete

[acidailia]

I like it.
Kinda get a tense isolation from it, don't know if that was what you were going for.

[poetic_whim]

it was. thank you.

[_wwjcd_]

VERA HAS A NEW ACCOUNT OMG SHOCK TO THE SYSTEM SEIZURE JGBGYUGVGHBUGY

[poetic_whim]

vera you're obsesive. find a real person to agonize over, it's more fun for me. :P