A/N: Hey my dudes. I just got back from a week of band camp, so these next eight poems are ones that I wrote while I was away. I'll be going back for another week in about a day and a half, and so when I get back then, I'll do what I'm doing now and post the poems I wrote. (I also just want to let y'all know that yes, I know there's quite a bit of angst in some of these, but generally, I had an awesome time at band camp. There were just a few times when my anxiety was bothering me a lot.)
So many things here are familiar:
The stairs, the parking lot, the rocks,
I remember all this clearly.
This place has been a clear image in my mind for the past year.
It's as if the week I spent here was just yesterday,
Rather than an entire year ago.
At the same time, it feels like a whole lifetime.
I wasn't the same the last time I was here.
But, I guess in some ways, I am the same;
I've just been through a bumpier road this year.
I see several familiar faces that I saw here last year,
Like the guy who seemed to be liked by everybody,
And the piano player whom people called "Maxwell" just because they knew it annoyed him,
And the guy who told lots of funny jokes.
I never talked to them, but I wonder if they recognize me.
Or maybe it's just weird that I remember
These random people that I barely know and haven't seen in a year.
It's pretty comforting to see
That not much has changed here.
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoetrySome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
