i think my poetry is shit, but here it is. two things about this: i think i could fit this into one of my instrumental sequences from last week, and i fit a reference to Pokemon go in a poem. it took a big push into the realm of vulnerable discomfort to take this from my notebook to the internet, and i will want to take it down. when i feel that way i know my writing is doing what it’s meant to do. the whole experience is at it’s peak when i’m cracked open.
looking back sometimes, you know i kinda miss it
another time, another place when things were different
chasing monsters down the street
we chased the sky into the sea
tossed around by turbulent tides
the boardwalk, the tilt a whirl and other rides
and all the laughter
and i know you cant move backwards
but it doesn’t matter
i’m alright, i’m sure you’re ok
at least i can remember those days
it’s a fact that cant be changed
things work out the way theyre arranged
and that’s how it is, and that’s how it’ll be
i imagine you smile when you’re reminded of me
i estimate my reaction is likely the same
i gave up looking for some one to blame
it’s just the days of our times, the times of our days
sometimes we just go separate ways
and i accept it
the mind could ride you back in time
only if you let it
i’d rather feel the loss
be lost in thought
then try to forget it.
there: i said it
Writers note: i’m not going to be embarassed about feeling something about something intense that happened even if it was years ago. i think you can accept things, be over them, but occasionally find yourself under them momentarily. i dont intend to send this to the individual who is the subject of it, but if they saw it i’d turn red, and be like “yeah, ya know?” and i think they’d likely be like, “yeah”. so… i dont spend my days all fucked up about a breakup years ago, i’m just trying to describe being paradoxically over something and under something…sometimes.
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