Lauren W.

i will think of you when the sky is gray
and i will kiss you like the rain did our skin that day

you will hold my hand like forgiveness
and hug me like hope

our broken promises will fit together like a work of art
and together, we will make something beautiful

we will press our skin together like flowers between pages
and you will tell me how your favorite song reminds you of your father

we will walk through fields of wildflowers
and you will pick one for me
i will get mad and tell you that this flower will now die

this flower,
once beautiful,
will die

and us,
once beautiful,
with it

when i was 7 years old i promised my dad i'd never grow up

salt water tears
and waves of infatuation

sun kissed skin,
lips
and bodies

you were a tsunami and i was a hurricane
together, we made the perfect storm

so baptize me in your ocean
and kiss me till dawn

till the rain comes falling
and the sea overflows

push me away like the shore pushes the sea
i'll come back every time, i'll come back every time

you and me
me and you

together, we made something as deep as the ocean blue

Another poem with Malia Helbling, a tribute to Nelson, slam team and all things poetry.

L+M I heard my first poem sitting in the back of the classroom, head down, eyes shut, mind on something else.

L This is about passion
M this is about writing about a boy 17 times
L+Mand the stars well, we'er still writing about those.

L+MI've memorized my favorite poem line by line, hoping that one day I will be able to write something just as beautiful.

L since I was four years old i wrote everything I could down, how I felt, how much my brother bothered me, how I loved the ocean.

M i have a dozen journals half full of untold stories only my heart knows how to read.

L There are poems that live in the corners of my mind fighting their way onto paper
L+M but no one that will listen.
L but he was there
M and so were we

L every Tuesday we wore our hearts on our sleeve
M the other day someone asked me what that stain was
L+M we told him Tuesdays were cancelled.


M and we never got out t-shirts

L+M Tuesdays were our
therapy sessions
life lessons
late night confessions

L and my mom can't get that stain out
M and she doesn't understand why we care so much

L+M I wrote poetry on my heart on my heart in permanent marker and it only took 4 days for the dry cleaners to get it out

M we learned to embrace messy handwriting an chaotic thoughts because it meant we had something to say.

L+M my math teacher taught me y=mx=b but words seem to be the only equation that solved nothing but emotions

M thank you to the boy i wrote about 17 times, you gave me a reason to write

L thank you to the boy who told me didn't love me, i figured out i loved writing more than I loved you

M Paris was more than just a metaphor
L more than just a place to go on Tuesdays during lunch
M and more than just blog posts on Sunday nights

L+M we never wrote to get into the top 5

L writing got me through the break up
M writing got me through the divorce
L+M writing got me through high school and we couldn't have done it without you

thanks nelson