Smell The Rain

I woke up at 12:53 to look at myself in the mirror.

I turned the flash on and watched the smoke sink in, and release. Releasing the darkness that filled my touches from age 13 to 17.

I saw black bags, and helpless eyes. Half-lights, and a broken smile.

I watched it whither away with every exhale.

In and Out.

 

In

and

Out.

 

If you really knew me you would know my favorite color is green and I've only been in a meadow once. But it was a beautiful meadow.

I skipped rocks on the reflection and counted 10,000 stars while they aligned through our hands.
Wet grass and warm Roses wrapped around our shivering bones like an orphan being touched by his mother.

I looked deep in your eyes for the first time and I don't know if I saw Heaven or Hell, but I know I liked it.

 

You'd know my favorite moments were the ones at the top of Horsetail Falls.

We didn't talk.  We just listened to the birds, the sun, the slight breeze, heavy breathing, and the time counting faster than we could.

We spent days with goosebumps and weeks of pure happiness.

We laughed more than usual and took risks we wouldn't normally take.

 

 

You didn't know I'm afraid of roller coasters until we got there. #confession: I only went on them to hold your hand.

I still flex in the mirror, I brush my teeth twice before I leave the house, and I even cry in my bed sometimes.

This is the real Braeden. The one that's afraid to leave my moms hugs.

But I'm ready to go. I'll blow away my teenage years along with my life here in Alpine, but I'll never give away my breathless moments.

I'll put them in a jar and open them on the days I want to feel like a kid again. The days I miss being young.

 

But until then, I'm just trying to fill my canteen.

 

 

 

 

 

- Trevor Powers

Flashing Pictures and Bright Skys

Close your eyes and go to sleep, dear. And dream of us and how perfect this moment is.
Where the stars are shining, and the kisses are better than the movies.

This moment of dipping your golden streaks into the arctic river as we watch the night move from beautiful to perfect.

I'll walk you across the water and onto a ship full of radiant Roses. Where two little girls decided that tonight, they wanted to be pirates.

This moment of staring in your deep blue eyes and embracing a soon to be favorite memory. I'll give you my heart again and again just so you know for sure that you were the one that gave me goosebumps.
I'll stick it low in my chest and I'll make sure to lock it twice just so I'll never forget the night that birds sang and positives and negatives seemed to make sense.

We'll sail away with a token of Daniel's heart and a promise to make it more than a piece of wood. Bringing it with us every time we need to be reminded that we were all creative once.

Lets paint this picture and put it somewhere safe so we'll never forget the night we found a kiss in between the Treetops and the Atmosphere.

Now open your eyes,

Cause I think I feel something igniting

- Trevor Powers

Plackout Boetry

Look, life is hard. Life is not the Grand Canyon because I'd be afraid to look around us.

Flowers Aren't Always Pretty

This is for the kids that are stepping on throats.
And for the kids that are suffocating underneath something they believe is bigger than themselves.

 

This is for you.

This is for the stubborn kids with the broken family's because I never knew what to say to you, Mason.  "I'm sorry" never seemed enough.

This is for my sister, Mckenzie.  I want you to read this when I'm gone because yesterday you told me "you can't wait for me to leave" and that put another mark on my wall of shame.  I think that's 7 now.

This is for the killers and the stoners, because I know who you are, and I never wanted to be like you.

This is for the kids that are pressed deeper and deeper into the depths of addiction. For the ones that can't support a family, and for the ones that won't serve missions.

This is for the poppers because you're living red, orange, green, blue, and purple
and all I'll ever be is a fading grey.

This is for my homies because our tears have ran down our faces more than once.  Our tears that desperately needed a home inside each others hearts.  This is for the laughs, because Colt 45 never gets old.

But... This is mainly for me.  Because I think I found myself in the last 2 months. Crushed dreams and a distorted perspective became a wall of solid gold. I changed my aim from the stars to the horizon and I've ran like hell ever since. 

This is for the little boy that never wanted to be an astronaut,
and for the kid that got cut his senior year.

This is for me.





- Trevor Powers