I used to think I could control the wind
I'd twitch my fingers
And assume I made the tree move.
I'd talk to people in my head
Who I believed had it too
We had a club,
And of course I had a boy love interest.
A windy day
Is just a wind person having a mental breakdown.
I constructed this reality
Like astrology
So general there's enough coincidences
That you can gather enough together
That it must be true.
But I can understand why
That it wasn't a product
Of thinking I was special
Quite the opposite
It was the want of a community,
The need to able to express,
All the pain, hurt, sadness and anger
Without anyone ever knowing it was me.
Then maybe a special someone could figure it out
But they didn't even try.
I still love the wind
It changes the world around it:
To make a hot day more bareable
To make a frisbee game more comical
To make an argument more atmospherical
To make an angsty teen more expressible
Cause I think you could win almost every battle
With the wind at your fingertips,
And I think there's nothing wrong with feeling powerful,
Even if you need a reason why.
Notes:
I like this poem. I even invented a word for it. Atmospherical. I do think my poems are 3 times better read out loud. But I'm not sure how you do that anonymously. Which I'm very happy about. I'm not sure I could put out such vulnerable things not anonymously. The internet is too scary. I wrote this in a park by the river and it was quite windy. Also played frisbee this week and it was awful with it being so windy. Hope you guys are having a good week. I am now on Tumblr. Search: Elephanttinabox/a stream of my conciousness
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PoetryWhat the title says. Basically a poem a week but not on a schedule.