reminiscing
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Summer means no shoes 95% of the time. Having popsicles at least 2 times a day. It's so dark that you won’t even recognize yourself pale. Staying up so late that you have to wait only another half hour until sunrise.
Sitting alone in a dark room
Wondering if everything that happened was true
As the silence grows stronger and my heart beats faster
I'm now laying down, lost and confused
They told me about you.
You always came to me in the end.
The end.
“Keep writing poetry, Erin,” my Literature teacher told me
At the end of the fall semester.
The end.
Hey little me,
I know that nothing has been okay,
and I know that you're afraid.
I know that you're alone.
I know that all of the scrapes and bruises
they are nothing compared to what can't be seen.
walking through hallways of deceased childhoods and wet pillowcases
where little boys and girls couldn’t find protection in their own homes
their lips cold
I miss the random trips,
When girls came trashy and liquor came cheap.
When it rained weed and laughter came easy.
When dictionaries lacked words like “free” but had words like “crazy” in plenty.
My stage is made of concrete.
My audience is the stars.
My play is called Life, and it just became funny.
I sit backstage right, the audience has a full view of my profile and I light a cigarette.
When night comes and all is quite, the amount of thoughts that run through my head are countless. Thoughts of things that were done or said that shouldn't have been done or said.Things that should have been and things to come.
There are times I scream out to the stars,
Thinking of you and all these times, so hard.
Sometimes thoughts fall in my mind and knock me off my feet and I'm afraid that one day I will not be able to lay bricks around my legs and build myself back up again.
I hate cancer
My mom throwing up everywhere, everynight
Two years of this and still I'm tight
Feeling of sadness
Thinking is she going to make it through the night.
I miss the green.
I miss the sweet sound of fresh fruits
Falling straight from its' trees.
I miss the roaring laughter of my family
As we reminisce on childhood memories.
The beginningThe beginning of my failure; where I come up short before that bar that says I’m strong enough to be called a man.I saw her face and my heart raced as I stood in place and stared at her for a while
Staring at her past self
Evaporated Dreams
Waistline Increased
Color Dimmed
Snapshots of happiness
Endless Sunny Skies
Playful Fights
Summertime
How old was she?
I'm lost in blue underneath this waining moon,
Just thinking of you and all the thoughts pool,
Wishing I could see through,
All the insanity I let you go through,
And let it go.
Dark, fresh, drowsy excitement
Before the sun could greet us
Threatened not to make a fuss
Our little clan with all intent
To pack and leave as all discussed
And migrate to the family bus
A little marble
Found by a young boy on the stairs
Interest is found for a little while
Then, not lost,
The interest diffuses
But the boy still keeps it
On his desk
Swimming in white mist,
It’s hard to move,
But so raw,
Finally uncovered from the black,
Laughter turns to pain,
From the chest expanding to contracting
Inside itself,
Heavy,
And tears
The trees, hid her from everyone around
The water, flowed beneath her tiny feet
For nothing more beautiful could astound
Like the pleasant river beyond the street,
Dedicated to my father
I live on this Old Farm,
a Farm that seems to have lost
all of its Value....
No cows graze Here,
there's no clucking
or feathers,
or the fresh smell
of manure.
