tonight has been a sweaty rehearsal that ran past 10:00 pm, a dinner of unheated pizza crusts at 11:13 on a Tuesday, a pair of eyes squinting at a laptop screen—glasses lay unused on the desk, and a shower postponed to tomorrow morning in the squeezed time between extracting myself from my sheets and being seven minutes late to my calculus tutorial— because tonight is dedicated to sticky feelings: heat, heavy limbs, oily hair, acne on shoulders, and fatigue that runs as deep as the heels of my feet
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
Idk if you meant to do this or not... but there are so many 's' sounds in this poem and it really makes the whole thing sound very cohesive out loud.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
the conversations always vibrate so loudly that sometimes you can be convinced the windows are about to erupt, and heat radiates off skin until the air blurs the same way the air above an asphalt road in the summer does. there is music playing but it has lost the melody and the lyrics; it is a mess of hoarse voices, worn-off deodorant, and stomping feet.
but tonight I wait out the first half, until the playlist is abandoned and the windows are propped open by hazardous stacks of pens and erasers, and the curtains are gently swaying, and everyone has thrown themselves onto the chapped leather couches. by 2 a.m. I am caught up in it all: the way that limbs start to move more loosely, gazes are held more intensely, and suddenly you can feel the fibres that tie you to these people.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
@Ventomology thank you!! I've noticed that I tend to use a lot of words with "s" sounds in them when I write poetry—not on purpose, it just often turns out that way. I guess I must subconsciously really like that sound? xD
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
"eye contact with the sun is a death sentence," the news outlets cry until they run out of ink. in hidden corners of the campus, event organizers lurk to hand out free glasses. they say it is so we don't go blind, but i think it is because they don't want us falling in love. the lenses throw me into pitch black, with no sense of incline or gravity. i may as well be in outer space. today the sun lowered her lashes, and through their shade our eyes finally met.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
The mossy branches reach out to touch me. I extend my hands to them, running by, fingertips lost in the blur of these trees.
I'll become enmeshed with the greenery; My breaths blend with the birdsong as I cry. The mossy branches reach out to touch me
And the pine needles dig into my knees. I stretch my arms upwards and squint my eyes, fingertips lost in the blur of these trees.
As the path widens I feel a light breeze brush my warm cheeks and stir the leaves up high whose mossy branches reach down to touch me.
My stress settles in the bark at my feet. I can't resist the urge to sprint, jump, fly, fingertips lost in the blur of these tree
tops. Wind fills my lungs more than I can breathe, so I open my mouth and sip the sky. The mossy branches reach up to touch me, their fingertips lost in the blur of trees.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
I smiled at your text notification today. all you asked was how I was doing, but somehow that made it even sweeter—because you had no pretence for sending that text, apart from wanting to. and I had nothing important to say back, except many unimportant things, which somehow felt gravely significant when said to you. you asked if I got a slushie at circle k, and I said no, I have a sore throat, and you said oh that's probably wise, but when you get sick you make it a challenge to see how much sugar you can consume. then you asked if I watch reality TV and then I asked if you could send me photo updates of your ikea furniture building and then you told me about the séance you went to last month. we talked about meaningless things. I hope you text me again tomorrow.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.
The wince that you wince when you see your quote in the quote generator is quite a wince, I tell ya. To know that the whole YWS community has read and judged your quote is quite an awkward feeling like oh noes.
*manly blush* — Arcticus
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