through back alleys,
across shore lines,
over mountain valleys,
up the tree,
down the creek,
in front of the people,
behind them as well,
but, mostly, generally,
on a journey my imagination can only produce.
goes leaping across the page.
no style, no form, just pure literary fun.
mothers are dancing back and forth with toddlers on the hip.
an old man reads his daily newspaper, and can’t believe the news with a shake of the hand and the murmur of descent.
a homeless man is dozing, a book turned open as just a ruse,
another man is reading. he looks like he rather be boozin’.
people searching for movies to escape the heat.
librarians beaming to see their place so full.
this little writer is trying to get busy and is using this poem to jump-start the feeling,
so I can get back to my book that I have been writing.
a glance at my schedule for fall, oh boy where has gone the time,
only one professor has posted the books needed, and he needs us to buy nine books!
Nine! watch,the others will require the same.
oh its to be expected, as an English major.
and to think that this time next year, I’ll be a college graduate.
Oh wonderful impulse where will you take me next?
My life without color, would be such a bore.
No change, no vivid strokes, or anyway to make a roar,
a statement, you know. Whether to shine or to bury,
colors help let others know of the burdens we do carry.
Yellows, blues, reds, greens, and every shade or mixture in between.
To take it all away?
Well that just causes people to say,
Whats the point anyway!
Every color is unique and cannot be rejected,
Oh sleep cycle, how I tend to screw you up so?
Bed at 11:30pm, awake at 8:30am.
Bed at 4am, awake at 9am.
Bed at 4am, awake at 1pm.
Bed at 10pm, awake at 5am.
It’s conformity to believe that we must all be awake when the sun is up.
But some things cannot be done when the moon holds court in the sky.
Oh this future we live in, where not everything is open 24 hours.
Such a demand to be awake and aware in the daylight hours.
I’m sorry sleep cycle, I’ll try to keep you on a more regular cycle.
But if I didn’t change it up here and there, dear sleep, you’d get just as boring.
Maybe it’s because of my hippy mom who installed in me from a very young age respect the Earth, and don’t fuck with Nature, but I love Earth Day. I love trees, and parks, and wish I didn’t live in such a marshy state not to mention a city, so that i could be around beautiful forests. In elementary school Earth Day meant planting a tree on campus or walking down to where there was going to be a new oak planted. It got us out of school. into nature, and hey free day.
High school was a different story. nothing really big about it. They were all too busy trying to turn us into successful future leaders to do anything that really made us think of protecting our environment—unless, of course, it meant we’d get volunteer hours for doing it. And, yes, in high school we had a lot of shit going on, so it’s somewhat understandable.
But now that I’m out of high school, I want to see more of this Earth so that I can further appreciate this Earth for all that it can be.
I like how this year there has been more media attention, and celebration maybe, of Earth Day. We live here, we should respect here. Or else, how will we continue to live here?
I like staying up late. I really do. I can still wake up when I need to the next morning as well, I just better have coffee in the morning.
I always feel as if I can get so much more accomplished at night then during the day. There are less people out, so I can go do whatever without places being crowded, and its more quiet then during the day. Plus, my personal opinion is that nighttime is sometimes prettier.
I do, however, like the sun as well. I was born and raised in Cocoa Beach, Florida so I have respect for the sun. Anytime the year when its hot out its nice to go to the beach and swim in the ocean.
The beach is gorgeous at night. Whenever there is a full moon and no clouds, I wish I was at the beach. It’s so pretty, and the moon looks closer then usual. I’ve always wanted to go to the beach with someone I love and just sit underneth the full moon and be together. Maybe even have a late night picnic. It’d be absolutely lovely.
I know I really should not stay up to 4 am, but sometimes I cannot help it. I like my late nights, where I can lay in bed, listen to music, write, or just be really lazy and play facebook games for a lot of the night.
It’s my time, and I love it. ♥
There once was rain, but it stopped long ago.
The Earth turned into a dry, cracked, orange desert plain.
The People were bitter.
They had done this.
They destroyed the Earth.
They overcropped it, and did not care.
The Earth did give, but then they took too much.
The Earths rivers and oceans dryed and shriveled up like so many tears drying up after not being able to cry anymore.
The Earth had given all that it possibly could.
Oh, if only the People had known when to stop.
When to take only a little, and give back as much as it takes.
Oh, these lessons we should have learned earlier.
I’ve been bitching to myself for so fucking long about writing. I keep thinking, “You want to be a writer but your not doing a fucking thing about it,” But I always keep thinking, “What on earth could I fucking do that would get me known, people to like my writings, and to just be a successful writer.” I’m just stressing out, I need an actual enjoyable thing to write about instead of just every little thing about my life…For real. Haha. But besides that I’ve always just kinda wrote short pieces and poems that don’t really have a point except that they are pretty..Thats about it…
But I need to stop and I needed to write it all out so that I can start to write more again..I think. I’m gonna try at least.
Oh, I have an idea!
A grand one indeed!
Let’s all play dress up for a while!
I’ll wear my fairy wings, you wear the pirate hat!
I’ll throw a hot pink boa on and blue leggings underneth a black and white dress and a tutu!
You can wear the eye patch and the sword in your belt and have a sword fight with the air!
Oh, lets be little kids for a day!
I’ll get out the tea set, you bring along the invisible tea!
Let’s go play tag in the back yard!
Have sword fights with palm fronds!
Oh, let’s forget our worries and go lay in the grass and try and figure out what shape the clouds are.