Faded Away
Marc Samson
Issue date: 2/5/10 Section: Entertainment
Warm kisses from the sun,
Booming beats from the radio,
The scent of fresh pizza loomed,
The air from the window brushed my hair,
The feeling, the sound, the smell is all so real but forever faint.
The excitement, the joy of new clothes, new supplies,
Friends experiences places teachers. My aunt's house
Came next. I knew at that moment, the emotion ever so right, the night would be a fun filled fete.
I ran and greeted my aunty, her warming hug, curly brown hair.
The emotions instilled me, now elusive and fading.
Muffin sat in the window,
And the trees leaves were rustling, I would climb it on occasion,
With the scent of the powdery stuff that aunty
Put in the water, burning and potent, "Corine" she called it, and the pan cookie ice cream we had that night,
I try to remember the taste, but to no avail. Just salivation.
Staying up late,
Watching the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movies 'til 12,
Later than mommy ever let me,
And then passing out with the fuzzy warm blankets that pressed my skin.
I press the blankets I once knew, but everything has faded away.
Booming beats from the radio,
The scent of fresh pizza loomed,
The air from the window brushed my hair,
The feeling, the sound, the smell is all so real but forever faint.
The excitement, the joy of new clothes, new supplies,
Friends experiences places teachers. My aunt's house
Came next. I knew at that moment, the emotion ever so right, the night would be a fun filled fete.
I ran and greeted my aunty, her warming hug, curly brown hair.
The emotions instilled me, now elusive and fading.
Muffin sat in the window,
And the trees leaves were rustling, I would climb it on occasion,
With the scent of the powdery stuff that aunty
Put in the water, burning and potent, "Corine" she called it, and the pan cookie ice cream we had that night,
I try to remember the taste, but to no avail. Just salivation.
Staying up late,
Watching the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movies 'til 12,
Later than mommy ever let me,
And then passing out with the fuzzy warm blankets that pressed my skin.
I press the blankets I once knew, but everything has faded away.
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