Retract and hide
I've recently found myself back in my shell
Pretending to be someone I'm not
And I think I know why.
I've pulled back from people
Only interacting with animals and strangers online
I've recently found myself back in my shell
Pretending to be someone I'm not
And I think I know why.
I've pulled back from people
Only interacting with animals and strangers online
This is from a much longer story in verse I'm writing, so it's quite out-of-context, but I really liked how this stanza turned out. Sometimes, like today, just one perfect-seeming part lights up my day.
Two kids
The song
The beat
The rhythm
You know the rhythm, don't you?
Pulling you up
Pulling you to me
Out there
I know it's scary
Couldn't we let go and not care
Just for tonight?
Giddy is the exhilaration
Thinking about you
Getting excited
For what, I don't know
Counting down the days until I can see you again
(Summer is hard)
Reading love stories
Listening to love songs
I cried.
I looked at the photos,
The Polaroids,
And I cried
And cried
And cried.
I couldn't feel anything.
My heart was bleeding
And I couldn't feel it.
I cried
Emotionless
Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
It's always the goodbyes that are hardest
especially when you've gotten so close
after years of distance
it's worst when you don't end up getting to spend the time you wanted to spend with them
I’ve always wondered
What it’s like to be myself
Openly and honest
And not hiding behind bookshelves
Waiting for someone to see
And let me into their heart.
A guy is knocking
i want to go to a place that doesn't exist.
i want to go to a place that will never come.
i want to go to a place that is nowhere.
Or maybe i don't want to go to a place.
Summer always meant clear skies to me,
With a never-ending supply of sunshine,
And a night that would never arrive,
Where time is paused mid-afternoon,
And I'd bask under its rays lying on lush grass,
My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,
He’s in his sixties learning a new language
And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,
Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.
Card
after card
after card
it keeps going
the stack endless
the family tree sprawling
stretching
growing
by the second.
I have to write it all down