You're dancing, you're twirling
Foggy streets of the city you love
Into which warm lights expand, bleed, dye the crisp October air
Photos on the camera with the dodgy speakers
It will never look as brilliant as the moment
But we try anyway
Because captured beauty is precious
Because it is valuable
Because you take a piece of time,
A little slice of the day
And bring it home with you, carry it like a keepsake
or leftovers
Treasure it like an heirloom
Its not as pretty as you thought it would be, this new life,
Its not as big, either
But its a new home, a new normal
You know it, you feel it
Its yours
And maybe just for this moment,
When the clubs are full
And distant sirens whisper through the wind
Your breath mingles with the fog
Becomes a part of this place too
And nobody needs to see for you to know its true,
Another photo, a check of the watch
washing'll be done soon, best head back
A/N - its been ages, guess whos back! hope you're doing as well as you can be:) probably wont hear from me now for a couple of years but here you go!
(jk I've got poems i've already written to publish here)
sn: FUCK circuit laundry, all my homies hate circuit laundry !
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The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known
PoezieI write poetry and use writing prompts and start stories, chances are they'll be one of three things: simple, artsy, pretentious. All of them will be pretty bad. Bad art is better than no art, though, and more people need to let themselves make bad...
