Chapter 58: nostalgia

bloodredroses | poetryWords: 2764

for each experience I am...

building pillow castles with you,

playing hide and seek in the woods

you can meet me in the cornfield on another afternoon.

I remember listening to my dad's old CDs on the terrace and how it felt like summer,

wearing my black boots to see guns n' roses for the first time,

drying bordeaux red petals between book pages, the proud face of my grandma as she taught me to paint those flowers.

hugging my mom up to saying hi, hello

on the phone and I swear can hear her smile -

every time,

my dad still calling me his blonde angel,

even though I can't confess where I've been again -

I've been running through the rain with you,

each thursday evening after school,

meet me at your place

with my new friends and your silver haze.

from old hip hop music and breakdance

to trips and trains and trance,

I remember all the campfires and outdoor raves

and how hearing your music for the first time put me in a daze,

like reading poetry between daisies on the grass

or watching the stars, lying on the warm asphalt.

all of that and...

tearing up on the bench in my hometown

cutting myself on the edges of the crown

you gave me -

expectations, perfectionism, bloodshot eyes, deprecation and disguise -

I gave myself.

I remember drinking gin and juice on ice

for the very first time

and watching the sun set in orange hues

on your balcony -

for the last time.

stealing shopping carts, playing darts

getting into trouble for art -

coincidents leading me to people who I just know will stay,

the one's I used to pray upon each day,

up to meeting you by surprise -

I remember drinking hot wine outside and the colder winter nights

and falling out of love with you when I wish I hadn't.

falling again, getting up on losses and wins and fails and falls

and scars -

engraved in skin like stars

and the smile that is now mine, glistening tears 'cause somehow somewhen in time

something aligned...

to watch and write

to cry and try

to dream

to scream

to get lost

to be enough

to feel

(to feel everything!!)

and -

to understand

...who I am.

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Hi, hello! <3

this piece is from like a year ago and I just stumbled across it again lately and really wanted to publish it, so here it isss...

So I had this vision for this poem... I wanted it to be like scenes from a movie - different short sequences, played fast forward, recorded on an old vhs camera and then let it end in some sort of firework crash.

An ode to life, to every good and every bad experience and to simply falling in love with what we call "life" itself...

how crazy it is to be so alive! 💫

I know this was quite long, so thank you so so much if you read until here! <3

~

references:

"losses and wins and fails and falls" ~ Lana Del Rey (from 'Money Power Glory')

29/03/2024

xo, S🌹❤️

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