There are bad jokes I have, and I still tend to mess them up – they become twisted in my tongue, spoken to broken horizons. You foresee it daily, yet laughter exhibited. Nervous laughter perhaps, but your feet are grounded next to mine. I only trust yours to be.
Footsteps beating down hallways
Trivial remarks exhaled through airy breaths:
Bells ringing hourly,
What has time brought us next?
Twenty-Four hours, a bar of chocolate, bad jokes and lemon black tea. I always trust you to be outside my window with sugar cubes when I need, but there is a fore ground that is stepping further towards the horizons of school grounds. I never saw that motion coming. I must contain the fears of the both of us, but no – there must be another way.
Sun setting in the distance;
Clouds dissipating in the sky
The waves of heat are lingering,
What forth comes us all?
A Disposition. I speak in widths, heights, and lengths alone to reach your air – aura so high, so bright, so – artistically, intricately incomplete. It is hard to stop walking towards where the rain touches my skin under the clouds, where it feels comfortable, yet drift away, where I am called to choose my own form, and I wish to shape myself evenly between your persona, and waves of words to enjoy the view of a distorted horizon of what I sought to be between the chocolate and empty beginnings.
Tongue tied on long forsaken thoughts:
Fear trembling in my legs
Leaving the past
Dreading the present
A projected future closing in
I’m left stuck in between a distorted view in which I don’t know if it’s my eyes as they swell up with tears, or the fear of my ambitions. There is a sight – light of hope that I can choose from. Promises slipping between my fingers.
Warm embraces turn to shivers down my spine
Letting go of everything that was mine:
Comfort, friends, familiarity
Replaced with independence and a teen’s recognition of –
Morality.
Morality:
Loose ends of family strings and heart strings, and grey areas of right and wrong. If horizons stretch too wide to be read; right is deeply held in my thoughts to be let go.
Losing sight of the horizons,
Night seeping into my eyes
Stars twinkle and shine where my future lies
Fingers unlocking, feet stepping forward
Goodbye to the sun and hello to the stars.
I can hear a pair of laughter
fading into the distance:
Both of hysterical sadness,
and inescapable bad jokes.
– Emilyn Nguyen and Claire Teal, Written on the Horizons
Written in the Horizons is written with one of my closest friends, Claire Teal (CT). Inspired to write a “Call-and-Response” type of piece, we strove to write in the perspective of two people, through prose and poems. She took on the role of the character who wrote the poems of this piece, as displayed aligned to the right of this piece. As you can [hopefully] decipher; as the characters progress, they are influenced by each other. We hoped to portray their growth throughout the piece. I am so humbled to be able to work with her on this piece. She is a talented poet with a successful Instagram platform where she shares the majority of her work. I highly recommending checking out her work. Her poetry ranges in an impeccable range of genre. Many times, I find them close to the heart, capturing the beauty of poetry in aspects of love, happiness, and even darkness. Her links are posted below. Huge thank you to her for working with me on Written in the Horizons!
Claire Teal:
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