Entered 2 poetry contest/competition things yesterday.
Midnight Memories
Stars and a fire,
drunken nights.
Babbling on and on about
a boy she wished would love her
back. Back to the year when she thought
life was getting better. Maybe that’s
the fifteen year old talking. The girl who
daydreamt of more than she spoke
and loved more than anyone would
reciprocate. Twenty one
passed him by, and she
wouldn’t understand.
Midnight memories,
would he forgive her?
Misspoken
Innocence is bliss.
Lying
naked in the snow.
Burning.
Sunburn
underneath sunscreen.
Learning things
the hard way.
He doesn’t seem to understand, or care.
Naïve beyond your years.
A train
on the wrong track.
A bird
unable to fly.
Still he can’t see.
How close alone is to lost,
and friendly is to friendless.
Ultraviolet
Did the sun cool down,
or did we get used to it?
Both could be true.
And here you are bringing up middle school
and giving me seashells. Well, not seashells,
zebra mussels. As intrusive as the feelings.
You pressed your way into my life,
and I was accepting. Palms to the sky accepting.
Thinking it a gift, your presence and the sand filled shell.
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
Sun in my eyes, blind to all the things done wrong.
All the ways you were using me,
trying to get away. Intrusive thoughts,
remembering the feeling. Remembering the flags,
red as the sunset. They didn’t stop me.
You might have been right.
The warmth must eventually run out. Depreciating slowly,
then quickly, then all at once. Like feelings.
Turning off the dripping faucet of love
that you left on. Rinsing these memories down the drain.
So, we’ll have to wait and see what happens with these two opportunities 🙂
