Traversing the land
Without a reason
To the darkness approaching
Sooner than we had expected
Yet it did appear,
Streaking across the sky
A glowing pink
Chased by a denim
Filled with ripples
Brightened only by streaks
Of wakening blue and faded white
By bulbs getting ready to give their all
To break the path that no-one goes again
After the day called its farewell.
North I cannot go
That is the way to sorrow
So is moving to the East
I’ll rather go where it hurts the least
The South is not where I can travel
I don’t want that direction for me to unravel
Left over is the very West
It seems the option that is best.
To watch the sun go down
While trying not to drown
But to know as the sky turns ashen
That the sun will rise again
A new chance to reduce the pain.
All I need is to navigate with compassion.
The sound
Of my boots
Clangs off buildings
Muffled, drowned out
As I make it rain a little harder
On the pavement
So loud
The sound reverberates
Inside
Like a blank sheet of paper
Sticky from the rain
Clashing in the winds
13 September 2021
The occasional lantern
In a lane of darkness
Passes by me
While the wild wind
Makes the bushes whisper
With voices heard a hundred times already
And sways me into alleyways
Where crammed between the bricks
I am nearly turned to stone
2 July 2021
I’ve done things related to trains
Today that I’d never done before.
Texting took my attention
I passed my stop
Drove further to a station
Further.
Got out on that station
I hadn’t seen it that often before
It was big, steamy of the trains
I got from 14 to 7
I’ll be home later now, but that’s
Okay, because
I’ve done things related to trains
Today that I’d never done before
And it was exciting.
poems by a young gay english major 