Awkward Goodbyes

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  1. TantricEcho

    TantricEcho Ancient
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    This was a poem I wrote three years ago after my first semester of college (I go to school out west and grew up in MN) it was my last night before I returned to school for the next semester and I was at a movie with my best friends from high school who I hadn't seen since the summer after I graduated high school. Needless to say I was a little depressed that I would have to leave them again and this is what came to me on the drive home from the theater. This is the second draft, last written and edited three years ago.

    I'm posting this in here because not too much poetry surfaces in this corner of ForgeHub and I recently unearthed the notebook this was in whilst cleaning before this semester started. So without further delay I give you...

    Awkward Goodbyes
    by: Shepard

    Pink sky and neon lights
    old friends and a starry night
    an awkward goodbye
    alone and again
    at the crossroads
    of now and then.

    Drive into the night
    feeling so remorse
    of the days long filled with perfect things
    replaced with uncertain course

    to return to the past is my perfect dream
    to innocence within warm nights
    bronze skin and cinnamon tans
    pink skies and neon lights
    late movies with no plans.

    And here I stand
    at the crossroads
    of now and then
    a grasp of the past
    lives again tonight
    savor its flavor:
    the sights the lights
    the smells
    the nights
    why return when I'm home again?
    in my element, the one of then
    I thrive here, breathe here
    sleep here, drive here.
    Here;
    alone in the past where I was alive here.

    The past returns in scattered bits
    alive forever in memories
    that keep me walking an unknown path
    to God knows where
    without the friends that should be there.
    We each have our separate roads
    that separate farther still
    further more every day
    more and more until...

    Pink skies and neon lights
    old friends and starry nights
    at the crossroads with teary eyes
    ending alone
    after awkward goodbyes.
     
  2. Rorak Kuroda

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    Man, that strikes a chord with me. I'm getting a whole lot of imagery, some from my past and some straight from the words. It's got a great flow to it, too. Very nice work here, keep it up mate.
     
  3. TantricEcho

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    Thank you. It's very satisfying to know that your work doesn't just 'sound pretty' ( though that always helps) but it also speaks to your audience. Whether in the same way it does to you (the author) or not.
     

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