Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

wheatfields of 1964 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
You were in love with the sea's shadow,
With the seashores sporadically effaced by white foam,
we'd pretend our feet were like powerful razor blades,
slicing the sand until it wept.

I felt such an ardent wave inside of me,
Like I could topple the skyscrapers of Chicago into the ocean, and dissolve their office lights into sound waves
Flickering adrenaline, surging from the raw ground.

We were entranced by our fleeting metaphors,
Your hair to the tides, ebbing, chasing a lost crescent
Until that razor sheared away our ebony metaphors
It was not our wandering feet that dissolved our silhouette verses
But “a small growth,” said the doctor, she who was blue Jupiter and a maple tree and the sound of autumn,
all amassed into one being, who materialized over-analyzed papers in industrialized ink, standardized testing it was
the over-analyzed papers, in 12-point font, times new roman
in mechanical text said
oh what a beautifully strange little word
the 12 point font, standardized absolutely, the curve of the second c no different from the first c
perhaps I overly analyzed those six letters
but the perfect curve of them made me wonder why they can't perfect your little medical imperfections

and i wanted to be an earthquake-shattering tsunami hurricane whirlwind
to efface the never-ending silence.

a condensed fog
seemed to flood between these letters and my body, sending
blank pages through silence synapses
they grew bigger than wheat fields of 1964,
it spared no one.

whether your laugh came from the heart or the brain,
my difference threshold can no longer discern.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback