Poetry

My salvation

The song.

Not supposed to at school

I do it anyway

How else can I think?

Not straight.

Walking on board

Dreading the chatter

Nonstop noise

Chaos

Hate it hate it hate it.

I’m not really sure 

What being in college even means.

Because every morning I wake up and brush my teeth,

Head to the dining hall,

My roomate and friends by my side.

Shadows lengthening

Air sharpening to a crisp 

Summer slipping day by day 

Something new and familiar in its place.

Bags stuffed with papers

Early morning bus rides

A perfectly normal day, spent staring at the

Beautiful sky, so you probably

Can't imagine why I was so

Distraught. Well I'll tell you.

I find myself in the rocks crushing the waves,

Through the sheets that cover my lips with a foam

That bubbles at the peach coast for us to see-

But never to touch.

Bubbles rising higher,

Multiply through the sky,

Focusing on each one till they merge into

One big sphere.

You say it was a misunderstanding,

Shielding from the light, I wanted to finally ask

The consuming revelations a question:

Why me?

But all they ever do is chuckle these

I stand still, confused,

My eyebrows furrow as they stands in front of me

With bright smiles.

The air lights up with their presence, 

Dancing in the sun,

Down is the pool and everywhere are the eyes,

Both consume but only one can lie.

An oasis to some is water,

But he feels its heart.

Too loud it thumps,

The remembrance of my body betraying me,

Trembles my slewing stomach,

My rib cage crumbles at each ragged breath,

With warm flesh dragging against the moist air.

sewing soft stitches in unnerved unsteady lines 
still new at old practices, still young as the thread winds 
around a needle’s head, through the almost-fabric like 
skin. 

The fluids are slushing through my veins, 

Creeping through my blood, through my thoughts, 

Through each word I speak.