The first part of my poem emphasizes how my youth was very childish and unconcerned, but once I started to grow up, some things got harder. Ultimately, the second half of the poem expresses the wonderful or troublesome times I’ve faced in relationships with people close to me and far away.
My past was video games,
Gaming down in the basement.
My past was fish sticks
Munching on nonchalant thoughts
Like potato chips with extra seasoning of freedom.
My past was desire and regret
Saying too much,
But also listening too much.
My past was uncertainty,
The childhood pureness
Ending not perennial after all.
My past was music,
Telling its silent,
A way to share my love
With ai anata accompanying it *“love you”
My past is here, inside the vast
Electrical Ocean of the Internet
Awaiting the green fluorescent bubble
To come and hold me,
And embrace the “Just stop it!”
“Just let him go!”
My past is here, hoping,
Liberation from instruction.
The hope that a tenshi *angel
Will come and take me,
Away to a different fantasy.
My past is only seven moments at a time,
Fighting for the sweet, loving girl,
A bolt of thunder not yet struck.
My past is here,
But is not.
A mask of joy upon a mask of trembling
All of which create the present,
Because...the past is the present
Only a second ago.
-Cameron Gill ‘18