A Collection of Poems and Prose Based on My Experience in My Eighteen Year Old Life
last day of spring
undesirable vs unreachable
set in an independent film
you gaze different at the garden
i'm covered in embroidery
the white emphasizes your coloring
surrounded by an entrancing pink
slow, alternative beat; eyelashes blink
attention landed on me
sensed: intelligent energy
acid brains recognize atomically
we understood time conceptually
beautiful days, i almost didn't believe them
blinded by the rays
see you soon
we have a couple more months until the sunflowers bloom
am i in your dreams yet
i travel from now to the '75 june
lo-fi
take me back to the space we created
so sacred
micro-doses with breakfast
i'm affected
electric, eccentric
i'm in it
forever with it
we were intergalactic
in unfamiliar spaces
your eyes melted on mine
earth's attention, the wind
tried to capture, so divine
nothing was time
marbled table line
ring low fidelity
my mind imagines you
as a melody
sun held me tight
bones and skin, we are small
put me in your space shuttle
slow down
feel your heart beating
let your mind flutter
your state of being thrives
and we are like no other
leave our mark and grow clean
as the moon illuminates me
she wants to be seen
i'm sure she sees the one i want to see
like the nursery rhyme
that stuck with me
2005
cowlicks and chubby cheeks
dad would call me in for a bath when the streetlights came on
bruises on my knees
chocolate milk and bee stings
jumps off the swings
the pool and the sandbox
summer was everyday
following mom between the flowerbeds and kitchen
the neighborhood kids, i would listen
bike so fast and shoot hoops
my doll's hair was braided in loops
care bears and play dough
thumb in my mouth, i was silent
crying at the thought of growing up
big fluffy white clouds in a baby blue
i would stare
i hoped my older sister would always be there
holding my hand on morning walks to school
the classroom was never the place for me
with a desire to be free
read books, watched tv
disruptions always came so mean
and in different ways i'm the same
never changed
space
you'll live forever in me
yellow fields grow vibrant from the setting sun
it's screaming with heat
the sun, she's heartbroken
craving help from all below her
maybe he pointed at space and stars appeared. they surrounded the moon he molded and vibrated with gravity. his art projects of constellations formed, and there came aquarius, and there came me. he breathed into us, and we were
analog
read me through the grooves
instant voltage with you
recording directs too
dark room with you
im filled with chemicals too
your medium attracts who
meet me downtown
afternoon
theyre only visible
in june
skipping
for you
all while i
bloom
fumes
me
you
life's motion picture
beating, yet, fluttering
a never ending love
music in your ears
sunlight in your eyes
grass tickling your feet
plants on your tongue
soft coolness through your nose
laughter resonating from
every street corner
every seaside
every mountain
there's no escape-
no need
there is freedom-
genuine kindness
all kinds of life overflowing
of love
sunflower butter
my heart,
your sunflower butter
melted on
inevitable change;
you're already gone
your smile wide
your dimples deep
your grid is random
your vibe is sweet
nothing's real
but i feel everything
i'm trying to live in june
summertime groove
you thought she loved you
even the retired sunflowers still revive
never fail to linger in my mind
you'll always be sunflower butter
even when we don't feel alive
inevitable change;
you're already gone
my heart,
your sunflower butter
melted on
candy bars
i always found beauty though
feelings run too slow
liquefied guitars
and permanent smoke
sunset beach has
welcoming warms
filters don't saturate you
anymore
yearn
as if my heart and mind didn't travel with the experience you taught it.
optimism was hard to maintain, and i craved euphoria. i was the moon orbiting earth. i yearned for anything to read my hieroglyphics. i wanted to be recognized as a product of love like the rest, and found beautiful as the sun set behind me, lighting me up and displaying how i am inside.
doing everything alone, i am constantly waiting for someone to come.
sixth hour
then there came a time when my heart was so full of love that it grew bigger than my soul, my being. i felt gravity pulling me away from earth but there was no other place to go. my love was no longer in others' hearts. i was a useless nothing. i believed my time was up, i wanted to disappear. but when i did, i truly died. my body didn't just go, my soul did too. i was forgotten. all of my creation was gone, i was nonexistent as a whole. my spirit wanted to linger when i died, but the world didn't want it to. nothing loved me, i don't remember loving myself. that's when i was positive my heart died, but my body and soul lived on in the end, and it hurt. i ached and begged for someone to embrace me and love me. i needed another heart to revive mine. i had nothing to believe in to look up to for guidance, no religion. i accepted the rejection and wanted to puff away and meet a different world.
i was detached from who i thought i was. i had been teleport-ed to a dark place where i wasn't strong enough to escape, and i was terrified because i had nothing. and when i fainted, i sunk into the clouds for ages, and it felt amazing. i was sinking and leaving all of my distress behind. falling gracefully. leaving my life and facing the next one. relief of the end.
cope
i know it hurts. i know keeping your mind open isn’t easy. beauty isn’t always apparent. small encounters and quiet ideas and slight misunderstandings are enough to tear you a bit more. fragile, you feel.
maybe the sun won’t set as early as you want it to because it’s telling you to come out from your place to bask in its warmth. or maybe because it’s april and it sets at the same time everyday without your approval.
it’s hard to believe some founding father of the u.s. decided to change clocks, with the intention of changing the concept of time.
you are allowed to overreact and live up to your sensitivity. you are allowed to sloth once in a great while if it is needed. do whatever you need to do to pause your life for a minute to catch up emotionally. realize your placement as a human being. grow aware, expand, sprawl out on the kitchen floor and breathe and know that this is all yours. pick the flowers at the national park. let the car go in front of you. don’t exactly be selfless, don’t be selfish. but treat all as how you'd treat yourself. don't just act as if you support equality, but also think and feel that all are equal. know what is good and what is right and thrive in your understanding in order to teach it. be an example.
you’ll forever hurt because your heart is too big, i know. you care too much. how you react to your negative feelings makes all the difference, though. cope: don’t hurt yourself while doing so.
b
lily pads surround us
medicated motivation
i knew i could travel
the subtle waves
there was a house show in west hill
and you were there, holding my pulse
the whole car ride home
me and my girl
we missed your party
with lines in his bathroom
you worry about me
i do, too
because if i break again
i'll be back in my floral and glitter
surrounded by an abundance of vinyls
and too much snow
how many times am i going to have to put myself together again
all my previous ways have been temporary
so you tuck me in my bed
i'm running a marathon in my head
nostalgia
a volkswagen running to a speed i'll never meet. everything i came into contact with was far, too advanced. i didn't comprehend but it was appealing. my midnight jasmine burns and you jump the train.
"you're damn interesting, i don't know why more people don't talk to you."
but you soon lost interest in me.
mahoning bridge
a small sense of familiarity;
the path stretched across the water.
releasing a new feeling,
a freely comfortable temperature.
forgetting to express their usual chromaticity,
the artist painted all in a blue-gray.
my own hair blinded me
as her breath directed us forward.
walking opposite of the motion picture,
i hoped we would
finish the bridge to turn and admire
before it finished.
components of healing
wave beneath me.
levitating orange in the sky
glows light hair.
blue eyes turn transparent
with a side profile view.
soon the light source
gone.
the stars, a true
gift to city kids.
boats docked,
swimmers dried off.
unforgettably
july.
epiphany mid-novel
the grass dewy
the air moist
my hair was damp
from a flowery shower
a pure and honest atmosphere
he couldn't love me
simply because
he didn't love earth
awareness expanded
i was clear
i touched his spirit
tried to sense his whole person
in sync, we were
do what you feel
no matter your circumstance
my time should go to myself now
pharmacy coffee
coffee at the pharmacy
bass on the gas pedal
nobody notices me
boy
takes prescribed accidentally
with a blonde girl, only fifteen
fifteen
girl
rooftop girl
i am numb
i am frozen still
surrounded by productivity
the world a machine
keep me alive
working, breathing
plug me into the outlet
i spark up
written in the books
that you look up
you want my input
then tell me i’m not enough
embarrassingly sensitive
wish you weren’t so rough
now it’s 11 at the pharmacy
i burnt my tongue
on cheap coffee
thinking what once was
wanna revisit what once was
you finally got a job
and that girl accused you of
how she can no longer breathe through her lungs
now you’re alone and welcomed in the club
of losers at the pharmacy
drinking from a foam coffee cup
dazzling
the bricks were buzzing
loud funky music
my platforms and your peacoat
berets and raybans
heavy head moves slowly
salt lights up space
euphoric starvation
guided dreams of you
gel sandals and tamagotchis
iridescent and velvet threads
headphones hooked up to a cd player
i've never even walked earth the same time kurt cobain did
international connection
we are one
spinning, sparkling, glowing
early eighteen notes
i learn to love myself even though you don't
you're free
i have the power
i still love you, after all that i have, i still want you
typewriters and ivy along brick
mozart echoes through old wooden floors
our insomnia isn't in sync anymore
what does that mean
i'll never forget you
but i may forget the feeling
just a slow way of killing yourself
crystal filled gums
i want to see who i am
i'll bloom
you'll wither
ignoring your potential
you wouldn't let me teach you how to breathe
About the Creator
CHLOE CARDER
Ohio, US
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