Verses telling a coming-of-age story

 It’s sad turning 21 is a coming of a story, while

hilarious it’s also a coming closer to death story.

Knowing that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, 

a hot garbage smell 

making itself at home embedded in my nose, 

making everything I touch sharp leaving me punctured,

blinding me to any sense of youth I still have left, 

day to day worries leaving echos like bullets 

bouncing around in an empty skull time alone no longer serene.

Just to remind me I’m older, Leaving me with false deja vu.

“Chrissy get your head out of the gutter, 

no, you cannot spend a whole day at Point State Park”

Turning 21 isn’t a coming-of-age story, nor 

is it a story about getting closer to death either,

It's the coming of maturity, opening doors to your future.

You gotta keep moving on,

keep looking at the past you eventually get stuck in it.

cuida tu espalda, no confíes en nadie.

The scared girl of a woman is no scared nor quite,

her silence is loudest in rooms with others drowning her out, yet

turns to thunder by itself.

She’s Chrissy now, no doubt about it

someday her word will concur desolate worlds, impossibly doing so,

she has underestimated powers 

“camina con dios mi amor,”

the cat in the window once said.

You were once a bud, my dear, but now 

you are a flower blossomed from the sweetest nectar of wisdom.

Amandla Stenberg my love could be

 It was a simple Monday,

Surrounded by books and pure silence.

I looked like nothing more than a character in the book

that’s somehow escaped,

or at least that’s how I felt, but yet you saw me.

Amandla Stenberg,

You and all your black magic, a role model of mine that

I could always wish could be something more.

Sitting beside me you smile, your hair still short but gorgeous.

Sunlight from whatever unseen window hits you perfectly,

Heaven- like, dream-like more realistic as to explain how I see you.

We don’t really talk, just read and look at each other,

I don’t bother asking for an autograph,

I just hold my breath and myself back from leaning in for a kiss

Verses+telling+a+coming-of-age+story

 It’s sad turning 21 is a coming of age story, while

also being a closer to death story.

Knowing that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, 

a hot garbage smell making itself 

at home in my nostrils, while everything I touch 

is pointy, leaving me punctured.

My day to day worries echo like gunshots 

bouncing around in an empty skull.

Just to remind me I’m older, “Chrissy get your head out 

of the gutter, you can’t spend a whole day at Point State Park”

Turning 21 leaves me with a false sense

of déjà vu, like opening doors to a future past.

You gotta keep moving on,

keep looking at the past you eventually get stuck in it.

cuida tu espalda, no confíes en nadie.

The scared girl of a woman is a silence 

loudest in rooms with others drowning.

She’s Chrissy now, no doubt about it

she has underestimated powers 

“camina con dios mi amor,”

the cat in the window once said.

You were once a bud, my dear, but now 

you are a flower blossomed.

Conversation with my future

I'm on the verge of slumber,

nightly sleet forming in the corners of my eyes.

My last wish before I fall asleep,

To see your face, 

to hear your voice,

leaving it to echo in my mind like lullabies as I sleep &

to say goodnight,

that I love you so much & not to let any bedbugs bite.

For even if time doesn't allow this tonight

at least I'll wake up tomorrow morning

with the flourishing dream to be able to hope to do it again.

-Chrissy Bloom