"summercamp" poems
the sensation of the wires hanging loose from your headphones gently brushing up with the blonde hairs on your neck like little hairthin whispers- spiders crawling on you throat
leaflets
blankets
fleece summercamp sweatshirt
the a/c rumbling
crisp fallings
hatchlings
seeds
wax paper tracings-rubbings of leaves
downstairs
pageling
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
I met him at summercamp
he started flirting with me
I might have been shallow
because I fell for his looks at once
but after some talking
I fell for his mind
his heart
his being
his essence
his voice
everything.
It's been over a year since I last saw him
he seemed bored of me
a friend told me he usually gets bored of people
I didn't listen
and now I feel lost without him
lost without his laughter
his weird conversations
his brown eyes
his touch
his heartbeat
everything.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
When I had fallen off the horse,
I could say it was a blur, a blur of a thousand drinks
A blur of two lost lovers holding hands,
LOst my beer in the sand,
She lost her man
Cause I'm a drunk,
and nowadays country music sounds so hurt!
it seems as though
it seems as though
it seems as though
The horse kicked me good
Drunken flashback to the summercamp,
We're talking and laughing under the sun
You smile at me, it's just like country!
Cause I'm a drunk,
and nowadays country music sounds so hurt!
it seems as though
it seems as though
it seems as though
The horse kicked me good
Fast forward to me being a drunk,
I only hear rap-country on my *** walkman cassette
Where is the country and where is my beer, it's all messed up
I can say I've missed the Country Western Days,
I can say I've missed it
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC