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1. between the two of us, we have eaten miles
of pavement, we have spent months pressing
the same four wheels into the ground.
whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.
they will lead you back home.
2. there are songs i only figured out how to sing
with you beside me. even now, the words
sound awkward in my throat.
the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makes
something sacred, but words like that
i only know how to sing with a quiet
reverence i can’t seem to find anymore.
3. i am good at writing poems that convince
people to stay. i don’t know how to write
a poem to someone that i know is going to leave
no matter what i say.
4. you have faith in spades. and i’m not talking about
god. i’m talking about that tangible faith in
humanity, the faith that always makes you
ask me how my day was, even if the answer
is always the same.
5. to be truthful, i don’t want you to stay.
some people are made for the great unknown.
6. we have watched more sunsets relax
into dusk than i can count. thirteen years from now,
i will still be trying to write the poem that changes
the world. you will have found your permanence.
7. sometimes, it rains. remember that. remember
that sometimes, it will pour but it will
not wash away your foundations, it will not
cause a flood. you will stay standing, even
when it rains.
8. go. drive. pack a couple of records, some extra shirts.
a pillow for the sleepless nights, a blanket
for the warm ones. put the book that never fails
to make you cry in the seat where i usually sit.
keep your mother first on your speed dial,
keep your old life pressed into the soles of your feet. go.
9. i am not the person i was two years ago.
i am miles away from that person,
parkways and streets and interstates and
short cuts away from who i used to be.
you have shaped me in ways i know i won’t
realize until i am years older and listening
to your old favorite song spill into my ears.
i know already that that ache for things long gone
will be a good one. thank you.
of pavement, we have spent months pressing
the same four wheels into the ground.
whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.
they will lead you back home.
2. there are songs i only figured out how to sing
with you beside me. even now, the words
sound awkward in my throat.
the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makes
something sacred, but words like that
i only know how to sing with a quiet
reverence i can’t seem to find anymore.
3. i am good at writing poems that convince
people to stay. i don’t know how to write
a poem to someone that i know is going to leave
no matter what i say.
4. you have faith in spades. and i’m not talking about
god. i’m talking about that tangible faith in
humanity, the faith that always makes you
ask me how my day was, even if the answer
is always the same.
5. to be truthful, i don’t want you to stay.
some people are made for the great unknown.
6. we have watched more sunsets relax
into dusk than i can count. thirteen years from now,
i will still be trying to write the poem that changes
the world. you will have found your permanence.
7. sometimes, it rains. remember that. remember
that sometimes, it will pour but it will
not wash away your foundations, it will not
cause a flood. you will stay standing, even
when it rains.
8. go. drive. pack a couple of records, some extra shirts.
a pillow for the sleepless nights, a blanket
for the warm ones. put the book that never fails
to make you cry in the seat where i usually sit.
keep your mother first on your speed dial,
keep your old life pressed into the soles of your feet. go.
9. i am not the person i was two years ago.
i am miles away from that person,
parkways and streets and interstates and
short cuts away from who i used to be.
you have shaped me in ways i know i won’t
realize until i am years older and listening
to your old favorite song spill into my ears.
i know already that that ache for things long gone
will be a good one. thank you.
Literature
What have you said at 3 am?
Eyelids are heavy,
thoughts heavier,
feelings heaviest
and they say-
many fears are born
of fatigue and loneliness,
maybe this starlit conversation,
you'll discover
the thing he fears most,
with those sandbag eyes
and train wreck sentences,
is losing you.
Literature
longing
"I miss you."
"I miss you, too."
"How long has it been?"
"Only a week. How's the internship?"
"Boring, but I'm learning a lot. I want to come home. I miss you."
"Is the weather in Phoenix nice?"
"No, it's too hot. I miss you."
"Are you having fun, at least?"
"Not really. I miss you."
"I miss you, too, but I thought we already established that."
"I know. It just...feels like half of my body is back home, sleeping in bed next to you."
"I just looked under the covers. Nothing's there, I promise."
"You know what I meant."
"You're right, I do. I'll let you in on a secret, though."
"Shoot."
"I'll be gone one day, and you'll be alone.
Literature
remember,
when i was your lioness and
we ruled the world with
scattered light and
ephemeral dreams.
and
after all this time, i
still stay up late thinking of you,
pinching myself awake to keep the image of you in my head
until i hear you sing me to sleep.
we all have our demons, i was always yours.
waking up with bruises on my arms in an empty bed,
the devil inside of me whispers that it's not over yet, and
he pumps turbulence from my carved open heart into my saltwater blood
i feel every half-healed scar split op
en to bleed yet again.
wanting you is wanting the safety of the stars
when i'm already in free fall (into the grave).
my siren, i was b
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woohoo my last graduation poem! i was gonna post a different poem today, but as today is the actual graduation for the seniors at my school, i went with this one because it was more apropos for the feeling of the day.
so this poem wont make sense really unless you know that it's to a friend who is graduating, and me and her would carpool to school together and we both live about an hour away from school. so lots of car time. at least two hours of car time per day. you really kind of know someone after that, you know? like we had to leave sometimes at 6 am and man, when you spend an hour with someone after they've just woken up, you've seen their darkest side lol
anyway i would read her every poem i would write as soon as i finished it, and she told me once that she liked the numbered poems the best so i told her for her graduation i'd write her a numbered poem about her and here it is.
so this poem wont make sense really unless you know that it's to a friend who is graduating, and me and her would carpool to school together and we both live about an hour away from school. so lots of car time. at least two hours of car time per day. you really kind of know someone after that, you know? like we had to leave sometimes at 6 am and man, when you spend an hour with someone after they've just woken up, you've seen their darkest side lol
anyway i would read her every poem i would write as soon as i finished it, and she told me once that she liked the numbered poems the best so i told her for her graduation i'd write her a numbered poem about her and here it is.
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Stunning - this is simply stunning and beautiful and gorgeous.