Short Little Poem

A Mid-Autumn Afternoon’s Dream

She doesn’t think outside the box

She merely peers out of

It’s windows

Not exactly walking on the

Cement pathway, but

Cutting corners here and there

Not often, just enough to feel

The grass through her toes

And to be seen on the

Other side of life

The side that breathes in

Liquid light and

Breathes out solid life

The side that perpetually lives

In that one inevitable

Flawless autumn morning

The leaves on fire, but still

Loosely hanging from their branch

A lithe wind cascading

Through girls’ hair

Tangible magic laced

Into the atmosphere

Like the ribbons of a ballet shoe

Crawling up a dancer’s legs

 

So I’ve been working on this poem for months, and I had a lot more to it. Nevertheless, after obsessing about finishing it, I realized it was already done. I don’t offer many explanations for my poems, but because this one is so short I’ll offer up a little about what was going on in my mind as I wrote it. For this poem I had two ideas that melted together. I had a line in my head “She breathes in light and breathes out life” which I added more detail to in this piece. I think I might still use the line in another, simpler poem. I also had this picture of a girl walking on a sidewalk but cutting the corners of the sidewalk at each turn so she could walk in the grass and feel connected to the earth. I had the idea to go further into this poem and talk about layering filters over life like an instagram photo until it looks perfect. However, I had created such a beautiful fall morning that it felt more like a saccharine dream rather than a false world that I could deconstruct. So that’s all this poem is, a dream. That’s where I came up with the title which is obviously a play off Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Yes, this is my second post of today. I have decided that without a person in my life that I need to be texting 24/7 I have more time to finish things. I am going through and clearing up my saved drafts on here. There may be more posts tonight or soon. See you later lovelies!

-AcuteAnimosity

 

Secondary Characters

I’ve always felt this way, but lately it’s been a really present feeling. I feel like a secondary character in life. I’m the one meant to help give advice to the main character. I’m the one who helps the main character find out their purpose. The one who says “It’s not my destiny to do this, it’s yours.” Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I don’t mind it because that’s all I ever want to do in life is help people. This is a strong feeling for me lately in my love life. I’ve realized that I don’t think I’m meant to find “the one.” I’m not supposed to have a partner for life, what I’m supposed to do is show people who pick the wrong relationships, how they are should be treated. It’s happened to me so many times. I will start crushing on someone, they will like me back, and we will start a little romance thing. However, soon enough the fire dies down, and the person thanks me for being a positive force in their life. They tell me I’ve shown them what love should be like, but they just don’t love me anymore. I become a supportive friend who has made a difference in how they view themselves and their relationships. I’m never “the one.” Yeah yeah yeah, “but you’re too young to find the one, you have your whole life ahead of you.” Before you go comment that, this is just my own feeling. Maybe I will find my forever partner (most likely it will be a cat), and maybe this feeling I have is wrong. I can’t tell the future. I can only listen to my heart which is telling me that I was never meant to have “the one.” I could be wrong, but if I am right, I don’t think I mind.

What lead me to this conclusion, is that yesterday poem guy (I haven’t written about him in a long long long time) and I sort of broke up. We were never dating, but we loved each other and acted like a couple. It was just too hard to keep up a long distance relationship, and we were just too different. He would do so many of my pet peeves. For instance, he was a volunteer firefighter and he would text me something like

Him:”Sorry I took so long to respond , had a fire call”

Me: What happened is everyone okay?

Him: Signal 20

Me: Signal 20?

Him: Yeah

Me: What does that mean?

Him: Hold everything on scene

Me: Okay, what does it mean to hold everything on scene?

Him: Hold everything on scene

Me: Um okay then

I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate when I do my best to show an actual interest in people’s lives and they just blow me off. Like, is it so hard to say that hold everything on scene means that you are on the scene and have your firetrucks there and are investigating, but it doesn’t seem like there’s a fire? There may be a fire, but you have to investigate and check everything before you declare it a false alarm. I found that out from another volunteer firefighter by the way because poem guy never bothered to explain. When people do that it makes me feel dumb, it also makes it seems like you don’t care that I want to know about your interests. He would do that all the time about fire calls, about him fixing up cars, about everything. He would say he loves how I’m interested in his hobbies, but then he would just assume I should know everything and refuse to explain. There were other pet peeves, but that’s the only one I feel like explaining.

So, the thing here is that once again, he told me all the time that I showed him what relationships should be like. He would tell me that I showed he how to be treated right. Now, with any hope, his next relationship won’t be a messy one. Ours wasn’t messy at all, we ended it in a mutual agreement, but it’s over. I’m a secondary character. I play a vital role, but I’m not the one to achieve anything great. It’s why I want to be a teacher. I want to help as many people as I can live up to their full potential. Some people are meant to be doctors, volunteers, policemen, and incredible things. Some people are meant to help those people reach the greatness they were meant for. I’m the latter, and that’s okay with me.

-AcuteAnimosity