When I was eight,
I would press myself
against the creaky floorboards
of my home
and listen
to their tired groans
of protest from my weight
atop them,
as I ripped the caps
off Sharpies,
and let the ink
spread across the plastic wrap
like a flare.
I’d stick my confused
colorful Picassos
into an oven
and watch in awe
as the wrap
would shrink
and fold in on itself
appearing smaller
to the world.
Now,
at twenty
I no longer listen
to the groans
from my creaky
childhood home,
I listen–
to the murmurs
from the black
cellophane wrapped
shop windows and signs
of tired buildings
tired of wearing
faces, to great
the masses
of the world
that don’t show.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
When I was eight,
I would press myself
against the creaky floorboards
of my home
and listen
to their tired groans
of protest from my weight
atop them,
as I ripped the caps
off Sharpies,
and let the ink
spread across the plastic wrap
like a flare.
I’d stick my confused
colorful Picassos
into an oven
and watch in awe
as the wrap
would shrink
and fold in on itself
appearing smaller
to the world.
Now,
at twenty
I no longer listen
to the groans
from my creaky
childhood home,
I listen–
to the murmurs
from the black
cellophane wrapped
shop windows and signs
of tired buildings
tired of wearing
faces, to great
the masses
of the world
that don’t show.
Sorry I have been missing in action, it's finals week this week and next for me and school and I have also just been struggling mentally a bit. Anyways, here is my latest poem idea, it's still a work in progress, but it felt nice to write something new! The idea started with Shrinky **** wraps, an old thing I would play around with as a kid and then spiraled into whatever this mess of a poem is.
To my few followers... Much Love - Sydney