and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking
back, some of them are impressive, some a laughable attempt
at trying to be impressive. but that's all it is, really?
laughable. you can't take anything too hard. besides,
what good is being a poster child with no Blunders to be re-named
Nostalgia in another year from now? i'll learn
from some of my mistakes, foster something different, something
better. and some, i'll never stop making, they're just who i am.
but it doesn't really matter, i think. does it?
you live, and you learn and sometimes you don't.
but the most important part is that you live. that's all.
today, i wrote a poem.
a year ago today, i wrote a poem,
More by elise.writer
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butterflies
i don't want to love someone
because i'm supposed to
you told me, one night in mid-july.
warm air and sun fading in the sky,
i want to fall in love with someone
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lotus
i've heard this story a thousand times before.
i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,
became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,
i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be
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somewhere across the mirror gap
i can only watch from afar, invisible
a ghost in your eyes, as smoke overwhelms you,
charcoal coating your lungs. i know
it's not what you want. we know
we didn't expect for it to end like this,
Comments
elise.writer, your writing is anything but laughable! The note you ended this on, that's the right conclusion: The thing to do is carry on living -- and carry on writing! Your poetry warms our hearts, and we only wish we still published a weekly page in the Burlington Free Press. I'm sorry that opportunity is no longer available. But I love seeing that today, you wrote a poem.
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