Photos · Poems

Beauty and Noise

The smell of plastic wrap
And CD cases
Old linoleum floors
Under squeaky converse laces
Holding the song in my hands
Excited to listen whenever
Excited to discover more
No more elusive mysteries slipping in and out of coffee shop doors
What other emotions and atmospheric worlds are in store?
Curious to finally see the lyrics
Curious to see the pictures inside
Wondering who they are, how they look like
The faces that hide behind the voices that bring me to life

They pile in the corner of my room
4 sided symbols of the past and all that’s in between
Collecting who I am and where I’ve been
Collecting the heartaches and friendships
The phases, fads and memories
Songs holding our names, our identities
Classifying you and me
Bringing us together
Bringing us apart
An art that’s more than beauty and noise
An art that gave us freedom of choice

It was a culture, a definition, a destination
It was dance, it was image
It was clothes, it was language

It was an extension of what lay underneath
It was an extension of you and me

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Photos · Poems

Stay Young

Who was I when I was you?
Hiding your hands in your sleeves
Tucking your head in your hoodie
Shielding your mouth bashfully
Giggling and eating a chocolate chip cookie
Long hair, long limbed
Lanky lean, talking fast about little things
Chapstick and chewing gum
Hair ties and scented lotion
Sharpies, highlighters, and markers
Everything has a little bit of color
Converse and sweatshirt for every type of weather
The only difference is you’re pushing a stroller
Yet you don’t look any older
Dimples on chipmunk cheeks
You reach to give her a bottle
While listening to grungy innocence
Completely oblivious and invincible
Trying to stand out while being invisible
Dipping fries in your vanilla milkshake
Shoulders rolling forward
Slouching in your chair
Knees pressing into the front seat
Like you don’t have a care
She starts to cry
You don’t know why
You rock and coo
Pretending you know what to do
Trying to dodge the staring eyes
Self-conscious in their vicinity
Grownups whispering as they pass by
Who was I when I was you?
A girl who was trying to stay young just like you.