Poems.

Nostalgia

Five poems a page, sorry if they don't make sense.
For things I can't explain, I will just make words.

When We Were Young
Sometimes I sit and stare,
Wondering if I also shared the days.
I reminiscent, the Christmas spirit
Flooding me with joy,
Oh how the trains moved.
I cry out in laughter with my dad,
Oh how they were good.
The music reverberating through my bones,
Singing along without a know of the lyrics.
Like a melody, I play the tapes.
Like a bittersweet montage I replay,
Reminiscing my vermilon days.

Rhythm of the Past
Sweet tones ring the air,
A Noyade of memories.
I prance and fly, to the tune I once knew.
Days of old come back like arrows,
Threatening the horizon.
How I missed dancing like this,
With a melody so nostalgic,
I can't possibly fret.
And I dance the night away,
The wind's tune carrying me afar.

Surreal
I ponder.
Memories of my friend seem like a dream.
I feel their not truly open,
And yet, here you are.
Where everybody else quit, I see you in my rosebush cage.
Hacking away the locks.
My eyes strain, looking for the mirage,
Yet there is none. I sit and wait for you to leave.
You keep working.
I ponder, are you not trying to poke at me?
I start hoping, like a bird who regrew his wings.
To remember how to fly, after so long.
I stretch out my hand, desperate for contact.
You take my hand, and fly me back to reality,
Reluctant, I keep my doors closed.
Maybe someday, I can take the leap you did.
Maybe, when I get used to you.

Masquerade
The night cryles, bolding the scenery.
I twirl and laugh, in my mask, not a care on the surface.
Take my hand, and dance with me for just a night.
I smile in the euphoria the night offers,
With you I start rising, carelessly sweeping my feet away.
Even for just a night, let's pretend we're all okay,
Smile in a radiance so bright, free from reality, even for just a night.
Discard all that bothers you, break the shackles holding you back
And enjoy the night like nothing can hurt you.
Even for just a night, let's dance the hurt away, smile brighter than the sun.
Take my hand, and let's float free, pretend we're all okay.
Sing a tune of freedom, and hope for a day like no other.
Shout out cries of joy, the murmurous atmosphere broken.
When the sun rises, and the cryle breaks, we all drop our masks
Once again into reality we go, burdened once again.
Dreaming.

Yin and Yang
Would you believe me, if I told you?
I have a sibling, quite true.
We are polar opposites, jelly and butter.
She likes goth, I like vintage.
She likes black, I like white.
She likes pain, I like power.
You must wonder, if we are so different would we fight?
Absolutely not. We are Yin and Yang, one and the same.
We both enjoy the same music, yet have different tastes.
We both enjoy dressing up, yet different styles.
A sibling so close, so similar, and yet so different.
A bond stronger than steel, which I once hurt.
My sibling, my dear sibling. The other half of my heart.
To lose you, I would lose myself. Without you, I become nothing.
And so, I remain loyal by your side.
My everything, my world, my sibling.

Cryle: A bright cluttered pop of lights, colorful sparkly things of multitude, Adjective.
Vermilon: A bold happy feeling, determined youthful, joyous and without worry. Adjective.