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Magdalyn Jun 2014
What's with the roller-coaster
of anticipation and dehydration
that goes with these daily adventures?
Can't stop yelling, reliving the fact that normally
I would be sitting at home
listening to lorde and feeling sorry for myself
but instead I'm hazing in a land of
1/4 adults, all the rest
sugared-up, sunscreen-sweating, scream-yelling and cussing middleschoolers
with unlimited access to rides that makes our t-shirts see-through
and our hearts hide in our throats
from all the loud, loud music and words
that goes along with having packaged fun.
So while I'm sitting in a cracked leather seat
the metal bar indenting on my skin
and my glasses stuffed in my bra,
I remember to jus' remember
that middle school is one hell of a ride.
field trip.
Ellie White May 2014
Ever since I came back to this place,
Where street signs and neighborhood parks,
Mark first kisses and an entity of first moments,
I have not been able to be at peace with myself,
Because every time I turn a corner in this hometown we experienced first love in together,
I am reminded of times and events which have been packed into boxes labeled
“Do not open, avoid at all costs,” in my mind.

I don’t want to remember the significance that these places hold anymore,
I don’t want to be constantly reminded of what event happened where,
I can’t be home here,
Being home only makes me long for you,
Which I find the perfect irony in,
Because the only place I have ever truly felt at home was wrapped in your arms,
Parked on the side of this suburban road, looking out over street signs and neighborhood parks,
On hot summer days,
Like today.
(e.m.w)
I moved home from my first year of university to the hometown where I first fell in love and being here without him to love is driving slightly insane because I am always reminded of a moment that occurred this time last year as I walk these now empty streets of nostalgia and the past.
Moon Humor Apr 2014
My body burns to rove far from man-made
buildings, prisons for the modern soul.
I need to traverse the frontiers white man stole
from those who made it their home.

I've been down to the Everglades of Florida.
Fan boats flew through the estuary lines with roots
of mangroves. I've been to the Hoh Rain Forest of
Washington where fog descended on the shoreline
and married the sulfur smell rising from hot springs.

I must experience America's coast to coast beauty.

Every spare seconds I spend luxuriating in the
sun, thinking of all the places untouched.
My list of desires grows as the glaciers
of Glacier recede in Montana, beckoning
me to the Rocky Mountain Peaks.

Old Faithful gushes, surrounded by wolves and grizzlies.
Someday I'll cross Yellowstone's expansive mountain ranges.
from Idaho to Montana to Wyoming. On the arches of
Utah I'll face my fear of heights and find solace at
the tops of time-layered sandstone towers.

Descending the Grand Canyon I'll study beautiful
colors exposed by years of erosion. In winter
Death Valley will be braved. The lowest and direst point
will exhilarate me with scaled creatures as sand
dunes whisper my name with every hot breath.

The Badlands of South Dakota will hope I come
backpacking through prairies to watch precious bison roam.
California Redwood trees and I will stand side by side
as friends. Yosemite will call me to her cliffs and I will chase
waterfalls and sequoia groves until I've seen it all.

I ache to explore the terrain that bears
my name, the country I call home.

— The End —