and finally, we allow ourselves to be seen in plain sight
spread our gossamer souls flat on the table
the fatigue i’ve hauled around for so long has finally alighted
our fingers close around something soft
we deserve this, after all the enamel we’ve drilled
i think about everything this girl has left behind
how sometimes my mind still plays your name like a staccato note
but it’s different now, it doesn’t hurt anymore
to not think about you, and i’ve still no idea how to love
but damn at least i haven’t stopped trying
and oh, how the years have passed, our ages in tow
leaving greener days behind, and
growing closer to something that may resemble adulthood
but god, the way we hold the world in our palms
in moments like these, will never change
whatever our expiry date is, we are far from it tonight
we blow out the candles but they relight again and again
i laugh until it fills up my entire body, and then some
until it is all i can taste in my mouth and every word
i speak is laced with something iridescent
so i curl up somewhere nondescript
listen to the oscillating voices around thread in and out
wrap myself in the tapestry of all our stories
coax out the writer who has hid in the wings all this time
and weave us all a happy ending
hey 21, when you think back
please always remember me like this
“oscillating voices…” That’s a very cool image.
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Thank you for this! I’m really glad you liked it 🙂
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I love poems and stories – like this one – that start within the flow of the narrative, and assume that the reader will understand how the tale must have begun. You have some gorgeous images, for example “and every word i speak is laced with something iridescent”. And I love the opposition of iridescent and nondescript at the end of consecutive lines
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Thank you so much Penny! This was inspired by my recent 21st birthday, so I’m really glad you liked it! 🙂
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts on shook me all night long lyrics.
Regards
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You’re welcome 🙂
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As if I am stuck in a beautiful painting of your words.
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Aw, thank you for such a sweet comment! x
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Ow and wow!
“our fingers close around something soft
we deserve this, after all the enamel we’ve drilled”
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Haha, this line was literal! I’m a dental student so we drill plenty of enamel
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Poised, focused, and aware. Powerful piece of writing.
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Oh, thank you so much for this lovely comment! x
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This is incandescent! You’re a gorgeous poet
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Thank you Amanda! This is such a sweet comment ahhh xx
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Hi I liked how you described aging..how we look back and forward. You have a way with words that really work.
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Oh, thank you for this kind comment! x
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Reblogged this on THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN and commented:
Another great work of modern poetry. Open, honest, sharing that cannot be denied in so many respects.
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Thanks Gordon! x
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