Apr 2013
The wind is getting faster, warmer
And the trees have gone green overnight
Watch the shrinking shadows as the clouds release sunlight
Hear the breathless chatter of a countdown summer
My brothers will throw paper onto orange flame
That crackles beneath laughter of the best kind
My sisters will cry in a Hollywood sigh
That things will never be the same
Among answers and exits that I never cared to find
The days are melting through red brick shields
Hear the big band blare through snow cone fields
Watch my father pack his bags, watch my mother lose her mind
A common thread pulls me far from home
My blue walls dissolve into boxes, then curious loss
Left with thoughts of the miles and borders to cross
To larger trees and longer roads to roam
Will my brothers burn the nights away as they do now?
Will my sisters be braver and sharper somehow?
Will the blinding white tapestry unravel to offer another thread
Or will the warm wind and shadows be this time full of dread?
The wind is growing harsh and cool
And the trees have turned black without a fight
Watch the staggering sky as the shadow overtakes the light
Hear the wistful worries of a countdown fool
And the trees have gone green overnight
Watch the shrinking shadows as the clouds release sunlight
Hear the breathless chatter of a countdown summer
My brothers will throw paper onto orange flame
That crackles beneath laughter of the best kind
My sisters will cry in a Hollywood sigh
That things will never be the same
Among answers and exits that I never cared to find
The days are melting through red brick shields
Hear the big band blare through snow cone fields
Watch my father pack his bags, watch my mother lose her mind
A common thread pulls me far from home
My blue walls dissolve into boxes, then curious loss
Left with thoughts of the miles and borders to cross
To larger trees and longer roads to roam
Will my brothers burn the nights away as they do now?
Will my sisters be braver and sharper somehow?
Will the blinding white tapestry unravel to offer another thread
Or will the warm wind and shadows be this time full of dread?
The wind is growing harsh and cool
And the trees have turned black without a fight
Watch the staggering sky as the shadow overtakes the light
Hear the wistful worries of a countdown fool
Uh? I just wrote this during my lunch break and I don't even know what to say about it. It's kind of a mess, but I like it at present.
Not a fan of the title. I never like the titles I come up with.
Anyway. It's a going-to-college poem like any other, and again I feel like there are a lot of parts that won't make sense outside of my own head, but hopefully you enjoyed it all the same.
Also just a tidbit regarding my last poem about the guy I didn't talk to? I did it again with a different guy who was standing right by the main doors of school with an unplugged electric guitar playing Green Day's Welcome to Paradise. I was on my way out and I recognized the song and a part of me wanted to stop and be like "hey, that's a good song, my name is Taylor," BUT FOR SOME REASON I ALWAYS IGNORE THAT PART OF MY BRAIN AND JUST KEEP WALKING AND I'M SICK OF IT AND I HATE ME.
Not a fan of the title. I never like the titles I come up with.
Anyway. It's a going-to-college poem like any other, and again I feel like there are a lot of parts that won't make sense outside of my own head, but hopefully you enjoyed it all the same.
Also just a tidbit regarding my last poem about the guy I didn't talk to? I did it again with a different guy who was standing right by the main doors of school with an unplugged electric guitar playing Green Day's Welcome to Paradise. I was on my way out and I recognized the song and a part of me wanted to stop and be like "hey, that's a good song, my name is Taylor," BUT FOR SOME REASON I ALWAYS IGNORE THAT PART OF MY BRAIN AND JUST KEEP WALKING AND I'M SICK OF IT AND I HATE ME.
