okay so I have been going to a poetry open mic night every other thursday with my friend Conner that i met this summer. (he was my freshmen mentor). It's super fun. Everytime i go i get the urge to write more poetry!
this is about what it looks like :
(i'm the one in the white and pink cardigan and i think conner is reading in this one. if you care at all haha)
so i thought i would put a poem i read this week up :)
This one is called Nostalgia
Of creeping into my mind,
With you in tow.
You cannot stay in the past,
Though I’ve tried to camouflage you,
For nostalgia has found you and carried you
Into my thoughts. On the way
Nostalgia dropped the heavy parts of you
The parts most likely to bring my heart down.
When you’re back in my mind,
I don’t want to know the reality
Because I want nostalgia to lie to me.
I miss so much of what used to be you.
Though it is not the same.
Knowing that this person Nostalgia brought,
This fictitious version of you, isn't
Real-- helps me stay in reality.
And I remember why you're
I remember why I wanted you stranded far behind me.
And that helps me to progress
I still miss your Idiosyncrasies, but my aim is improving.
And now I must ask nostalgia
to take all your parts back
to those forgotten streets
and hope that you will stay
there for much longer.