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"we are nowhere and it's now"
by Ava Bluwe will not produce the newest born
or some other assortment demanded by someone else
we can only attempt to last a few years,
maybe ten,
living in the same house
it’s just a tad weird how our breath fogs the glass at the same time
and how the lamp shade always seems a brighter yellow when you walk by
it has a trigger on it now, like most things,
to come on at a certain time;
you seem to be my trigger
and it’s nice knowing I don’t have to worry about whether
it’s a gun or not
you’ll see bandaids all over the floor
as a reminder of how easy it is
to break off little pieces of me
I’m not saying we can’t last,
or that our future is somehow damaged and doomed
based on the language written on the stars,
but I’m not willing to brush off the possible failure;
on the contrary,
I think it’s quite nice to revel in the moment
as if it will be the last
and don’t worry,
even my cynicism is starting to turn a new leaf.
02/05/2009 Author's Note: what the hell did i just write??
- title comes from the band Bright Eyes
Posted on 02/06/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/06/09 at 12:54 AM Freewheeling and chaotic as hell, but it sure it is a weird, fun and bumpy ride. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/06/09 at 01:27 AM
even my cynicism is starting to turn a new leaf
unforgettably divine line
Unforgettably cool poem
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| Posted by Anita Mac on 02/06/09 at 03:55 AM I spy a little bit of optimism somewhere in you... Nice piece! |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 02/06/09 at 05:38 AM "the language written on the stars"...a super fresh and vivid image painted on an often burned out canvas. i like this. i like the gutsy honest voice. i like the lampshade concept too...very dreamy. fine stuff |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/06/09 at 06:07 PM it sucks when the pro's and con's are equal. this is a reminder that they can be just that, equal. you wrote brillance btw. |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 02/06/09 at 10:27 PM I wouldn't necessarily see the acknowledgment of transience as a sign of cynicism. Sure, you could say something like "everything has an expiration date" or "the stars have been dead for years" but that's definitely not the attitude present here. On the contrary, the poem seems to ask "So what?" in the face of it all, and instead suggests to live in the present while it's the present. And that's beautiful, and something I'm sure everyone can appreciate. |
| Posted by William Brunk on 11/03/09 at 07:47 PM little pieces of me' line
wow...moving. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 02/20/10 at 03:13 AM Jesus this cuts deep, especially tonight. I feel we are connected, in some way. This great although I am pained by it. |
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