~Tick Tock~
It's all coming so fast
The future, tomorrow, the next damn second
I can almost taste the answer
I'm supposed to be excited, but maybe all I want to do is go back
So I like Taylor Swift
I like the past
Instead I feel the puzzled hand of tomorrow
How hard is it to wrench out of grip?
I thought I'd write a poem
Freeze time for a bit
Instead it doesn't even rhyme
I feel the rhythm of life as a sweet thumping sound that echoes in my chest
I'll run my hand through my hair and look next to me to see an empty seat
And I'll smile and laugh, as if I'm not trying to rewind
I'll speak like slow rolls of thunder, and watch as my veins turn to silver hoarfrost
So tomorrow's a new dawn. I like the night.
Maybe hyperboles are the most minimal sentences
2000's music is still the catchiest, except when it's not
I don't have much time. I watch the stars, wondering what the sun will feel like
I want my ice to stay. I know my ice. I don't know the sun
I can't help but wonder
YOU ARE READING
RUST
Poetrywhen you hold the moon in one palm and the earth in the other, that's when you know you've won xXxXxXx If words are the anchors, this book is my lifeline. Just a book of poems.
