"moshpits" poems
Where did we fall in love?
Was it my awkward distance behind you,
up the stairs, to avoid conversation?
Or in our fleeting eye contact, passing each other,
going in different directions?
Was it in the car, when you
wouldn't let me sit out in the rain?
The backseat where you didn't
want to see me cry?
Or in the pool or the ocean water,
where you had helped me stay afloat?
In the field by the tennis court,
looking for constellations,
after wrestling each other to the ground?
Was it in Cape Cod,
in the tent with all our friends?
Or in the White Mountain National Forest,
in the tent with only each other,
on our own camping trip?
Past the smaller site,
down the muddy, slippery, steep hill,
in the clearing next to the raging river?
Between two mountains;
the place where we couldn't start a fire?
Was it in the trunk of my best friend's car?
Or in her living room?
On the platform at the train station,
where I watched you leave town for college?
On all of the bus and taxi and train rides
we took to be certain we would see each other again?
On the beach where the seagull stole my onion rings?
Or the parking spot where you parallel parked for the first time,
right before you bought me the onion rings?
In my backyard, playing badminton?
In the parking lot, playing lotball?
In all of the parking lots that fogged up your windows?
In your dorm room when I was sick
and you had to take care of me?
Or when you were sick,
and I walked across campus to buy chicken noodle soup
and had to take care of you?
In the moshpits at live shows?
Or in the fantasy world of an mmorpg?
I don't even know where this began.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
Do you ever miss me
I wonder strung out on
whatever it is I've done;
Do you see me in crowds,
in the moshpits at shows
only for her to turn around
and let you down
just a little bit.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
We know just how this song goes;
It's been playing on loop since 2008
But we're ******* sick to
our stomachs of singing along
We strive for insanity just to
forget the lyrics & get lost on the chords
We know just how this looks to them;
A bunch of ******* misfits
throwing punches in moshpits
But they don't see the salt
water we are drowning in when the shows over
Oh **** here we are
smoking in your sunroom again
And if one of us hasn't started crying yet,
we'll say we're makin progress
Haaaaaa
we all look a little cleaner
after a couple handles of ***
You look flawless through
the smoke that's blowing over your face
When my head is spinning
& the walls are melting down all over you,
I can finally see that this is not
what we were made to be
But it's too late, we're too lost
And we know that we can't
find our place with liters
of liquor flooding through our veins
So we sit naked in circles and
talk about how comfortable
we all are together
But I know that none
of us feel safe in our skin
And I know we're all just dying
to shed this layer & see
what's beneath it
We're hoping to find a reason to scream
Because we're so **** willing to lose our voices
But we've just ran out of things to say
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC