Leaves (day 195)

Lost in an adolescent desire
A makeshift, slightly dull dream
Fitted with romance and pretty culture
Little black, very little black

Sun flares blur my vision
Flowers clutter my hair
And only sweet songs fill
The everlasting notes through the air

It’s summer
I’m here at last
I’m here, writing love notes
To all of the boys

Giggling under covers as I re-read
The wrinkled back pages of my life
Amicably plotting the glorious
Future that has yet to shade

Boney knees and hold this please
Skipping circuits and hearts everywhere
Hearts on jeans, hearts on sweaters
Hearts on hands, hearts on books

Hearts on sleeves
Come close to these
I have yet to learn the power
To my unconscious flirt

Dreaming of the boys
Dreaming of me
Dreaming of the blue oceans
Screaming at me

I know in the future
I’ll remember it all
For all of it I’ve collected
In between these here leaves

A Moment (day 107)

Alone
But aside
Closed
But fully exposed
Lamenting open faced bloodclots that leave traces of un-kept struggles
But in the end
In the very end of all days

Dreaming
Do you see?
Eyes
Fully open
But glossed over with that far away look of a day dreamer
And in the end
Solid park benches

Dreaming (day 89)

It was not only my favorite thing to do, but it was my favorite thing to be.

I layed there a while, asleep or half there. Only memories and influenced plans filled my head.

To my own peace, I planned civil engagements, gigantic feats, womanly admiration’s, and success beyond most noble players ever heard of.

I enjoyed this very much.