Somewhere Only We Know:

Somewhere only we know:

Here where the traffic lights swing

The moon is hidden by a lock of hair

Here time sways to a different tune

Dark roads

But windows awake

No ones here but me and everybody

Here is a haven for the people who say hi to strangers

And for the person behind them

In a shadow of lamplights and smiles

Here there are salt-rusted hoops and the benches are softened by a sandy wind

The road here and back

The stars on the street, light impressions of those before

This is our home

Of smoke alarms and crazy dogs

Of golden skin and sun

Of a love native to these waters only

We walk these streets barefoot

Tapping lightly to a tune only we know

It’s the secret rhythm of the surf, lapping at our feet

Washing the grit away.

I’m late

running

I feel the perspiration

like a looming deadline

Here I am

I’ve been preached

eleven years

I’m finally here

waves flow

through one ear and out the other

drifting In ‘n Out

they stand

I’m gone

Picked and Prodded

like the little kids

Poking a dead animal

They’re on the playground

I’m under the tree

Throwing fairy dust

It’s in my eyes

I open them

i’m back

In the pile of boxes

With boxes inside

and boxes in those

Finally circles

But besides those

The lost illusion

Of magic

Comes back now

In the present

The waves are now a tsunami of noise

And after

A united appreciation

In sync they applaud

Mirrors

reflections of not-quite what I’ve been taught

The city is not the glossy book I read

With the preacher

Over my shoulder

Telling me what to see

But I’m here now

Or back

On my own

And my prescription is changing

And my eyes have opened

And it’s over

The rooms and gritty brown carpet

Patched with tape

The thin walls with hidden doors

With gaps i passed through

The Times were good It all carefree lest you remember

but I remember now

And I’ll never forget

POV : you have a crush

left-side

Why would I think that the now-lifeless wooden bench is more comfortable then your warm shoulder?

My head is drawn to rest,

A gravitational, undeniable pull,

The silence softens,

I feel it.

There's a weight in the left-side of my brain,

And it's bringing me to you.

My breathing slows,

I sleep,

It stops.

she rhymes

She smells like grape candy

in the dead of night

Her eyes glow in the rearview mirror

crystal geode out of sight

Her hair flows like waves

the sun shines through

The freckles on her shoulders

laughs but hard work too

Her laugh breaks the sound barrier

just a little annoying but she don’t have a clue

Blisters and calluses

thick skin of her feet

She eats heavy

but her appetite has never been beat

When she looks up

high at wide stars

She squints

too big and too far

Soft laughter

Soft laughter

Is a fuzzy streetlight

Is a golden sun

Is the halo around our heads

As we live

Walk to the Wawa

Bike to the courts

Skip on home

It is the hidden corners

The backseat

The radio

The blanket cocoon

Soft laughter on the bleachers and benches

Beaches and waves

Soft laughter is a shiny ring I have unceremoniously shoved on my finger

It is cutting off my circulation

But the glow and glimmer of stars save me a trip to the ER

Quiet joy is always the loudest

It is that specific flavor of love that I yearn for

It is that whisper of shimmering starlight that I scream for

It is that stray tear that I laugh for.

anthr poem, i feel like all my poems have the same main idea? lol idk how to use tumblr tbh. Help me out?

criticisms?

Spiderweb of Nothing

Sometimes all the people in this world are so small

Minuscule

There’s so many nobodies

So many extras

On the world’s stage

It’s hard so believe that all those people have a life as intricate as mine

Hard to believe there’s that much room

For all these people

To grow

I hope the people help each other

I hope the inconsequential lives are watered

I hope they soak in sunlight

But I’m nobody

And people get buried

You’ll never know the story to every scratch on a sidewalk

Every impression on someone’s skin

But that’s the beauty of nobodies and nothings

The mystery

The faith

The attention to detail

We’re all nothing here

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