Poetry

Nostalgia

I love this place

This camp

Third year

With my cousin best friend

And...it feels like school

There are people from school

Which

Even if I like them

Makes me tense up

a collision of keratin

and chipping pigments

a meticulous routine spent

washing pale nails

in a montage of paint trails,

Both love and hate are free, and easy

But love makes people feel good;

Make people feel good.

and the beginning --

don't blow it.

When I visited my cousin in Washington DC

it was

so

loud

so

many

people

everywhere I went

people

            people

Sorry, try again.

Looking up.

Stars softly glowing high above.

Feeling small

Wondering what is out there.

The moon.

A spotlight illuminating the earth below.

The door will always be open for you

I'm still waiting at it

Hopefully I'll be able to leave the doorway soon

But if you ever knock 

I'll come running without a second thought

You are not alone

You'll always have me

Even though its from a distance

Even though we don't talk anymore 

You'll always have me

If you need me 

Im only a tap away on your phone

My scarf wrapped around my neck

Keeping out the cold bite 

In it I feel the softness of a first kiss

The warmth of a summer night 

The comfort of a mother's love 

And birds singing above me 

I

t o r e

all the flowers down and

p u n c h e d

the waves until they 

s h a t t e r e d

like icy glass and I

c h a s e d

the grassy road till its end

s t o m p i n g

When you’re trapped

in a place you can’t escape,  

routines that never end,

drowning under piles of paper, 

with the deafening sounds 

of endless haunting expectations