the white room next door

the white room next door

 

 

please don't clutter my in-box

with your spamified kisses

i don't fall for that virus laced fantasy

anymore

 

my insanity doesn't need company

so reroute your intentions

and e-mail someone else your expectations

 

i am content to write myself letters

of in-congruent theme

even with the transient typos

 

perfection never became me

and i never became it

but fluency in flirtatious efficiency

knows no bounds

when it is in a natural state of connotation

 

so segregation from love

will immigrate to my hard drive

for the moment

 

and my mistakes will be saved

for only me to see,

in a file of solitary

 

meaning.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/12/15

Reviews

[JayceeC]

At some point we all grow out of that need to have anyone just to have someone, and we become more content with ourselves if we're very lucky. We don't need another half or line of symmetry and begin to find beauty in imperfections. That's when you realize you've learned something from all of those mistakes, so maybe they're not flaws so much as learning experiences.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes that is when you have learned...so true.
thank you for your insightful words, Jaycee.
read moreyes that is when you have learned...so true.
thank you for your insightful words, Jaycee.

j.

[jeannemarie coulter]

but fluency in flirtatious efficiency
knows no bounds
when it is in a natural state of connotation

i love these lines...the poem is well penned throughout, bu the above quoted lines reall got to me...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, jeannemarie...

j.

[...]

Jacob, if I had all your creative sly and profound words, I could write some pretty good fing poetry...but until then, I will just smile at yours :)))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are too kind with your words, lynn.

j.

[....................]

the expectations of some don't always match what we have in mind and the more comfortable we become with ourselves the easier it is to have these emails sent directly to junk mail...love the 'segregation from love/will immigrate to my hard drive/for the moment' lines...well-done, my friend

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you again for your kind words, FT.
j.

[Beccy]

'i am content to write myself letters
of in-congruent theme
even with the transient typos.' The words of a man comfortable in his own skin I feel.

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Beccy.

j.

[1VJ]

The internet and all its illusions are maddening for the most part, usually we can see right threw the false impressions and keep that white room at bay, excellent.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Paloma.

j.

[Miss Sharon]

Oooh! A tad bit of reprimand today eh Jacob? But done so tastefully...and truthfully if I may add. I enjoyed this. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Sharon.

j.

[Miss Sharon]

You are welcome kind sir! ~SP

[Alfred Kukitz]

Spammed in the name of nothingness. Sometime ago, say 50 years, spam would live in someone's eyes.
How things change and remain the same. Nice work!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Al.

j.

[Pryde Foltz]

Oh the online catfisher … sometimes you just want to kiss them … with a hot poker … in the butkus;) Always a pleasure to read your work, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your reply, Pryde....thank you.
j.

[rubie]

sad when trust evaporates and emails become obligatory.

and yes, it's best to save those mistakes to your hard drive as reminders that you are only human.

insightful write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, rubie.

j.