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Macy Opsima  May 2016
a fairytale
Macy Opsima May 2016
i can hear the misery
of the poets, artists, and kings
of the ages we wasn't born in,
screaming in agony
as they never had the chance
to love,
to encounter,
to witness,
to paint,
to write about,
the finest masterpiece
that is you,
my biggest dream,
my dead star wish,
you are the poison that intoxicates
my veins and i couldn't ask
for anything more.

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i have always told myself
not to fall in love with the moment,
moments will fade away
they will burn at the back of my head
but i saw him standing there
with his palm out
for me and only me
as the love-infused music about
fools falling in love
flowed flawlessly around us
that's where i did it.
i fell in love with not only the moment,
i fell in love with the flowers in his mouth
i fell in love with him.
There was an Old Person of Chester,
Whom several small children did pester;
They threw some large stones,
Which broke most of his bones,
And displeased that Ols Person of Chester.
Fionn  Jan 1
On going back
Fionn Jan 1
Mmmm summer’s end in St. paul warm at night, cool in the day, friends drinking and chilling and everything so still yet fun and lots to look forward to, heart very full, good food, company, no plans, only plans are good ones followed by more good, smell of grass, trips to Minneapolis, comfort of familiar campus and faces, dinner party at friends, pretending to be full fledged adults, summer camp for the OLs, going to work, crocs around campus, new bracelets, intensely vulnerable text messages, quiet summer mode campus, sleeping on someone else’s sheets, cicadas chirping, the kind of ease and simplicity you didn’t know in high school and couldn’t have known, reconnecting to eduroam, Patagonia has remodeled their store front, blue and pink stripes in the night sky, oxytocin flushing my face, hedonistic bliss, first CVS trip being back, legs itchy to run,  legs itchy to wander this flat state of lakes, wondering what it is like to own an apartment and spend a year here, maybe work for the florists or an internship or at the music store, grocery list on the fridge at the eco house,  “twees,” Grateful dead live (don’t shuffle), hot wheel car you forgot about, ten books you forgot about, winter boots in a cardboard box and chucked into a nearby shelf, what am I going to do with these **** candles? and who helped me pick them out again? don’t dream it’s over, dell soap

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