The More
Bojack Horseman (RIP Sarah Lynn )
your name, crystalized in a dreamy underworld
Darkened by the heated web of mortality not being more
I saw you fall, I saw you falling
I needed to feel unhinged
So I let you fall.
Ode to you, my darling
You were more than mortality
You were more than what the world had in store
You are the watchmaker for my clouded dreams
Synthesizing a frenetic pattern of stardust and chaotic energy
That stays stuck in my throat
Oh God, I can’t speak
I feel so utterly small
Smaller than anything
I hate how much pain it feels to know
I loved you,
But now
I just want to soak my membranes in the murky colors
Of Sit-Com and funny
And lazy love and always happy endings
The fuzzy waves I surf on
Make everything feel good, good like smooth
The illusion becomes majesty
The majesty becomes more
I could never handle more
Though I wanted so much
To get the more
For you.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Comments (6)
You are the watchmaker for my clouded dreams Synthesizing a frenetic pattern of stardust and chaotic energy These lines were so beautiful! Loved your poem! RIP Sarah Lynn.
Watch tv with a tub of ice cream chocolate syrup & a spoon.
This has a very unique flow and texture. It feels smoothly melancholy and draws you along. Great work.
what show are you referencing too? you peaked my interest.
I don't know the show , but enjoyed the poem sis, great work as always
such a great and underrated show. excellent embodiment of the central themes.