u/Most-Pumpkin-2710

The third night I met Rockstar.

The night with the bongos, remember?

I was helping wrap cords or something.

Background is just a blend of voices.

All of a sudden,

"..such and such, yadda yadda, Duran Duran, yadda yadda such..."

*lock in*

"Whatchu' know about Duran Duran?"

Rockstar notices.

I notice Rockstar noticing.

*yes! I think he likes me*

Shit. How many Duran Duran songs do you really know

Probably a few.

Hmmmm?

Time to take a listen.

Shall we?

Bleck.

Wet outside.

Bottom soaked.

Sat on wet chair.

There's a cricket,

Off in distance.

Too loud.

CHHHIIIIRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!!!!

Can't stare at stars.

Pouty face.

Yuck.

Stomp.

But not hard.

Just a little.

Enough to let it out

Without doing too much

Except you still want to do

More. Can you dig it?

I can dig it. But I'm

Hungry. Now.

Like a wolf.

Moon.

Fin.

Keep him safe.

Keep him warm.

Keep him happy.

Keep them safe.

Keep them warm.

Keep them happy.

All of them.

Mote it be.

Amen.

Make it happen.

​

***ROCKSTAR DINGED!!!

😃😃😃🙃🙃

I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF EDITING THIS AND THEY DINGED!!!!

I am leaving this EXATLY how it was when I was making it less prose-y and editing (spelling mistakes, tense changes and all).... because SEE?!?!? It does happen!!!

Not that Pumpkins should have to defend,

But Rockstar is real.

Pumpkins know Rockstar in person.

"Rockstar" is what I call him sometimes,

When we talk.

"Have a good show tonight, Rockstar!"

He is a in band with a good local following.

I met him at one of his shows.

Rockstar is nice. Very nice.

Rockstar has a shy, sweet smile.

Rockstar is gentle, and kind.

Rockstar is patient.

More than Pumpkins deserve sometimes.

Rockstar is not a "boyfriend" or "ex-boyfriend"

Rockstar is a friend. A good friend.

More than a friend, but not a "boyfriend".

Rockstar has a busy day job,

And is busy being Rockstar most weekends.

Pumpkins need more attention than Rockstar is physically able to give.

Rockstars know this.

Pumpkins know this.

It's OKAY.

Pumpkins, however, have BPD.

BPD tells Pumpkins that when Rockstar is away,

That Rockstar will abandon Pumpkins.

Last time Pumpkin saw Rockstar,

Pumpkin got bratty when Rockstar left.

Pumpkin threw tantrum.

Rockstar had a lot of shows to do over the holiday weekend.

Rockstar said they would talk after the holiday.

Pumpkins, although they know better,

Get scared and nervous in the interim,

The in-between.

Pumpkins keep faith and believe.

Pumpkins wish they weren't bratty before Rockstar left.

Rockstar left Pumpkin with a song to tide them over.

A very good song.

Pumpkin is still nervous, but trying VERY hard.

Pumpkin likes Rockstar a lot.

Rockstar is good people.

Pumpkin KNOWS.

Even if Rockstar and Pumpkin can't make a "relationship" work long term,

Pumpkin is thankful for everything Rockstar has done for her.

Before Rockstar left,

Rockstar said Pumpkin needs friends.

Pumpkins have found friends with poetry.

Pumpkins are going to look for Open Mics,

And local poetry groups.

Pumpkins like those kinds of people.

Pumpkins know that her Rockstar not like other Rockstars.

Her Rockstar doesn't even like being center of attention.

Her Rockstar is one of "us",

with matching souls.

Pumpkins miss their Rockstar friend.

Rockstar helps Pumpkins grow.

Rockstar never wants to harm Pumpkin.

Not even for Play.

Pumpkin loves this about Rockstar.

It's what makes Rockstar stand out.

Pumpkin on wants that kind of love.

IRL.

Pumpkins could spend their whole lives with only that kind of love and be happiest of Pumpkins.

Pumpkin is not crazy.

Even if Rockstar doesn't want to see Pumpkins again,

Pumpkins are grateful for the opportunity to have known Rockstar,

Even just for a few months.

Pumpkin will wait longer.

Holiday weekends are not over.

Some very kind people helped me feel better.

I don't feel as rushed.

This is a poem that's not a poem.

No meter or rhyme.

Just a story in poem form.

I got a year of my life back today.

True Story.

I've been telling everyone I'm 39.

I genuinely thought I was.

I'm not sure where I lost a year.

Talking to my sister today,

I brought up my age.

She replied, "_____, you're 38.

I'm 36 and you're two years older than me."

I called my mom in tears.

"MOM!"

"OH MY GOSH! WHAT'S WRONG?!"

"HOW OLD AM I?!?!?!"

Mom laughs.

"Um.... well.... *does math* you're 38.

Don't worry, honey. Math is hard."

Maybe she's born with it...

Maybe it's ADHD.

Either way, I'm younger today

Than I was yesterday.

Time to get off this platform.

I came to write.

Discovered other things along the way.

Was told that reddit is just for sex,

But I was shamed for having a sexuality.

I'm "a cunt".

A "dumbass".

A "whore" just now.

I've been threatened.

Multiple times.

This is not a growing space for Pumpkins.

It's hell.

And I'm done living in it.

Midnight. Tick tock.

Do your worst.

I refuse to be dimmed.

There's more accepting platforms.

This is a poem,

because I say it is.

Fin.

Mmmm.... Seymour

Just my type.

Yas, King.

Yas.

My Safe space

Does not seem

So Safe.

Silence may be

Only course

Of Action

For me.

I hope this

Counts

As poetry.

Words are

Failing me.

Out of fuel

For fires,

I shrink.

Sirens

Singing

Songs

Ships

Sailing

Seasss....

Slytherin

Little Pumpkin: Mmmmm.....Draco Malfoy

Grown Pumpkin: Mmmmmm.... Luscious Lucius Malfoy

MEDUSA!

FUCK.. duh.

Ugh oh, here come the mirrors.

Perseus.

I choose you!

If you let it out

In verses,

People just think

You're artistic

Instead of

Crazy.

​

A ling-a, Ding Dong.

Or

The Day Colors Got Brighter

And Sounds got Sweeter:

A story of

The Second time

I saw you.

True Story

Green room.

I was sitting on the couch.

You were pre-show stress.

Per-usual 😏

I saw an opportunity

To communicate with you.

Even though

You did not have time to

Speak.

I gave you ear worms.

Like you gave me.

I took control of YouTube

On the TV.

I played some of my music

For you.

Showing you pieces of my

Soul.

Without saying a word.

Did you notice?

I know you did.

Because I notice you

Noticing

Me.

You were....

Intrigued.

You told me so.

Tell me, Mr. Rockstar,

I implore,

Do you remain?

Intrigued?

Or is it more?

Or less?

The Same?

Before the stage

I wanted to be an

archeologist

Always felt like

I was born

To dig.

Loved the dirt.

The history

The vibrations

In my body

When I pick up

Something

Old.

Pumpkins have father figures that step up.

Father figure sends messages.

Father figure will use every resource to defend and keep Little One safe from Spinner of Lies.

Spinner of Lies underestimates Pumpkin's

Network of birds.

Father figure sent nectar of God's

And plan for chariot to haul

Pumpkin's belongings.

To move them and keep them safe.

Father figure is safe.

"Do you trust us?"

Yes, mother and father figure.

I trust you.

🙏

O! Sweet nectar of

Energy!

Thou hast been

Provided.

The Crimson Bulls

Hath appeared from

Hiding.

In other words...

I found a RedBull in a box under the kitchen table.

Caffeine for one more day.

I am saved.

🎵 and I owe it all to..... fires fuled by ink

Let it burrrrnnnn 🔥🔥🔥

We traveled to Italy today for pi,

My King and I

and Little One.

You, Me, and He

Make three.

I was whisked away

to Greece

To taste the finest oils.

Moments, Minutes made

Lifetimes made

On a single date.

We shared some tea,

And listened to

Little Ones

Prophesies.

He's wise in

The ways of Owl.

We taught each other

Of different times.

We debated ideas

And theories

With the revolutionaries

In New York.

We shared a day

in the sun

While you checked

That my horses were safe

For mine and Little One's

chariot.

You saw All.

And chose We.

I wait, again

With bated breath

For the next Raven

With a scroll.

To show me what my

Future

Holds.

Not you, Rockstar, you keep me safe. 🥰🥰🥰

I'm talking about the other one.

The one who left me exposed.

Just a rock.

Not a star.