Velocity

The air feels cool and crisp

On the tip

Of my tongue

I can almost taste it

For the night is still so young

Nothing but opportunity

That won’t be wasted

To this feeling there is nothing comparable

I just can’t stand it, this waiting

The anticipation that is unbearable

For once I’m not even hating

My body and mind so consumed

My nerves so highly strung

As if up death could loom

Or the world could come undone

But it’s excitement, not fear

That has brought me here

I find it so hard to distinguish

All I know is I am shaking

My internal battle temporarily extinguished

In light of the memories I’m about to be making

We’re paused, waiting for the next move

In this game of chess

But we’ve got absolutely no clue

What will come next

Soon it’s over and I’ve fulfilled my quest

Well played, got laid, and memories made

Now it’s hazy days

And hazy eyes

Not noticing as time flies by

Not knowing who I am

Or caring for the moment

Only one thing on my mind

That sweet escape that to me has been so kind

But I’m starting to feel warped inside

I chide, I fight, I have no pride

I don’t need this stuff,

I no longer need to bluff

That’s it, I’m done,

I will win this one.

Written by Lana Wenham
Lana Wenham is a still-emerging author of rhyming spoken word poetry, writing about issues that affect her personally including being queer, disabled or the emotional experience of living in a complicated world. She is inspired by the world of hip hop, the older generations beat poetry and her own unique take on life. She is also a digital and acrylic artist and polymer clay sculptor, and you can find her original arts and crafts on Instagram @luigi4pres.