Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
jarjarrhinePoems
I've got the world's best kept secret locked in 2 AM screenshots-- her late night musings over a crusty joint, a crushed pill, or some ***** cigarettes. She sends me her thoughts, fears, anxieties, insecurities-- at her most vulnerable, absolutely the most beautiful. Her anguish stressed in the digital scroll (though she doesn't like Kerouac, I let her borrow my copy), her stained fingers mashing all their hurt and nicotine into the keyboard-- and her pen aches and her paper stains with the unrequited love she empathizes with in the somber pop punk songs that explode from the stereo she sings loudly on cold and lonely night drives (I shiver in her passenger seat). And she made for me the greatest of mixtapes, her holy scrawl expounding upon a dull grey donut-shaped slowly fading form of intimacy, a blank CD-- "This mix is a good time" and when I jammed it into my car stereo I was illuminated. She is so cool, she is so punk, and in her clandestine drugstore car charger thefts, broken poems, impalpable aesthetic, impeccable music taste, illuminated or even further obfuscated drug trips-- I have the world's best kept secret, and more than anything, I wish to share it with you--                                      so she can make someone another mixtape.
0
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Mixtape Heart
I've got the world's best kept secret locked in 2 AM screenshots-- her late night musings over a crusty joint, a crushed pill, or some ***** cigarettes. She sends me her thoughts, fears, anxieties, insecurities-- at her most vulnerable, absolutely the most beautiful. Her anguish stressed in the digital scroll (though she doesn't like Kerouac, I let her borrow my copy), her stained fingers mashing all their hurt and nicotine into the keyboard-- and her pen aches and her paper stains with the unrequited love she empathizes with in the somber pop punk songs that explode from the stereo she sings loudly on cold and lonely night drives (I shiver in her passenger seat). And she made for me the greatest of mixtapes, her holy scrawl expounding upon a dull grey donut-shaped slowly fading form of intimacy, a blank CD-- "This mix is a good time" and when I jammed it into my car stereo I was illuminated. She is so cool, she is so punk, and in her clandestine drugstore car charger thefts, broken poems, impalpable aesthetic, impeccable music taste, illuminated or even further obfuscated drug trips-- I have the world's best kept secret, and more than anything, I wish to share it with you--                                      so she can make someone another mixtape.
For Carly, and the rest of the "Throwaways." If you know Carly, or ever meet her, please ask her to make you a mixtape and make her day/your life.
#love#heart#drugs#friend#music#cool#anti#punk#theft#mixtape
jarjarrhine
Written by
jarjarrhine
24/M
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem