Ciel - Hello Poetry

Here's to our days spent swimming at the mills.
Here's to the snow days we wasted playing mafia.
Here's to the lame dances we attended just to complain.
Here's to the weird discussions we had at the dinner table.
Here's to the random snaps we sent in the groupchat.
Here's to the countless movies that we watched on Friday nights.
Here's to the arguments, screams and middle fingers.
Here's to the sleepovers, drunken mistakes and morning regrets.
Here's to the inside jokes, "***"s and stupid decisions.
Here's to the friendships that helped us grow.
Here's to the unforgettable moments that marked these past years.
Here's to us.

this poem is dedicated to my best friends as we get ready to graduate and move on to the next chapter of our lives

#poem #poetry #memories #us #friends #friendship #love #goodbye

Ciel Feb 2019

maybe

Maybe some things we are not meant to understand,
maybe some things are meant to be curiously admired
and appreciated for their difference and mystery.
And maybe some people are the same as these things.

#maybe #poem #poetry #mystery

Ciel Feb 2019

4 hours

In less than 4 hours,
I will be eighteen.
In the last year alone,
I have changed more than in the previous 16 years.
I have learnt that it is okay not to be okay,
that I do not always have to have an answer,
that it is okay to be vulnerable,
that nobody but yourself can make you happy,
that I can express myself without any sound,
that it is okay to lose some friends,
that it is okay to outgrow some other friends,
that I am not one fixed thing and it is okay to change,
that it is okay to be lost at times,
that I have to listen to my soul more than my fears,
and that I still have so much more to learn.

#eighteen #reflection #poetry #poem #lessons #life #birthday #friends #growth #art

Ciel Feb 2019

Homesick

I am sitting in the same bedroom I have had for the past 16 years,
staring at the same ceiling with glow in the dark stars plastered on it,
playing with the same ugly blanket my grandma gave me 7 years ago,
and hearing the same train whistles that used to drive me crazy.
Nothing around me has changed,
and yet I am homesick.
I am homesick not for a place,
but for a person.
I am homesick for the person I used to be,
or maybe for the person I will soon be.

#homesick #change #poem #poetry #nostalgia #years