Poem: Explorers

Poem: Explorers

I want to watch the world with you.

Let’s walk somewhere, or everywhere,

And take in the sky,

Sunrise to sunset

With a glint in your eye.

Come exploring with me.

Let’s go on a hunt

For the tallest tree;

I’m afraid of falling

But I’ll climb it

If you’ll be up there with me.

We can find a field

For picnicking,

Stargazing,

Dream-chasing.

Let’s ride our bikes to the ocean

To breathe in some salt and sunshine

Before we have to turn back.

Let’s pretend that we’ve known each other

For as long as the world has been here

And make every step together

A new adventure.

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Poem: Streamers

In another world,

You and I would step out,

Arm in arm,

To dance beneath the streamers

That scream “PROM”

In shades of neon

That you’d call “nauseating”

But make you smile nonetheless

Because the atmosphere there is too upbeat

For a poor design choice to make a difference.

We would sway to too-loud tunes,

Slow-dance on what is supposed to be

One of the best nights of high school,

And pretend that we will be okay,

At least for one day.

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Poem: Drifting

Sometimes I sit alone

And watch the ever-changing sky.

I see the clouds in shapes of you

As they go slowly drifting by.

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Poem: Explorers

I want to watch the world with you.

Let’s walk somewhere, or everywhere,

And take in the sky,

Sunrise to sunset

With a glint in your eye.

Come exploring with me.

Let’s go on a hunt

For the tallest tree;

I’m afraid of falling

But I’ll climb it

If you’ll be up there with me.

We can find a field

For picnicking,

Stargazing,

Dream-chasing.

Let’s ride our bikes to the ocean

To breathe in some salt and sunshine

Before we have to turn back.

Let’s pretend that we’ve known each other

For as long as the world has been here

And make every step together

A new adventure.

j.p

Poem: Beauty

I saw a half-drawn image of a girl,

One whom I nearly mistook for myself,

Before I realized how much smoother the lines were

That were painted on her face,

How few eraser marks I could discern on the page.

Her skin too vibrant,

Her eyes too bright,

How could I mistake her silky hair for mine?

I saw a half-drawn image of a girl,

Who bore no likeness to myself,

Before I realized how alike we were

In the first moment that I saw her,

When I saw my half-drawn self

Reflected in her eyes,

When her half-drawn eyes

Reflected her half-drawn self back into mine.

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Poem: Song of Last Summer

When I would tune in to your station,

My BPM would shift to match your mood.

Some days I still hear the serene summer sound

Of your heartbeat in my memory,

Your sincere smile, reminiscent of sunshine,

A soothing vision in my sweetest dreams.

Sometimes I feel our hands brush past each other

In my nightmares,

Your fingers skimming mine for a moment

Before retreating, always too soon.

I watch you leave me

Again, every time,

Yet still, I love you in my mind –

Yet still, I love you

Like when your love was mine.

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