Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016]
~Nostalgia~
It's delicate, but potent.
The pain from an old wound.
A twinge in your heart..
Far more powerful than memory alone
A feeling of a place
Where we...
Ache
To
Go
Again.
-My thoughts. My word...
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i open the window to catch glimpse of the sun melting into archangels of fancy architecture hanging down the vivid skyline in the city center
the residual fragrance of dusty vanilla from old bookstores hovers in the air while the windows of cafes and bistros seem to be all fogged up from the inside
i open the window to drown in sunlight and to drink the sunsets sprawling effortlessly on the pages of rolling history while Paris lounges in the fringes of my vision
oh while, while you're stuck in a dingy hotel room in the drunken arms of New York city, probably exhaling smoke rings amidst the darkness and drinking in tears along with the liqour
oh while - - while you keep riding lustrous elevators only to reach the middle of nowhere cobbled with a network of highways and night bars crying synonyms of melancholia
i close the window, only to turn around and to push it wide open once again, oh only to see nothing there but borders that are way too far apart for us to cross
a little way too far apart..
Author's Note
I listened to 'Window' by Joji for the Paris part and 'I have Questions' by Camila Cabello for the New York part because these scenarios were a little way too far apart for me to continue writing while listening to the same song. =)
I didn't stick to the alignment of stanzas this time because the disarray inside me was too much to handle. So, I just went with the flow of my soul.
You might perceive this poem as reflecting the stories of two individuals and it's fine to do that because that goes with this poem as well. Doesn't it?
However, I feel like it's two personas of mine that I've portrayed in this poem. The realms of day and night. The exterior and the interior. I am all florals and sunshine on the outside just like Paris but my insides scream New York. Or maybe somedays, I'm Paris while on other days, I just become New York. What hurts me the most is that the borders of these realms are a little way too far apart for me to cross so I'm either one person or the other. Which one am I? Guess, I'll never know...
