Tonight I lay awake daydreaming about falling asleep in a field of flowers.
Clouds of dandelions caught by the wind dance together and pirouette over my head.
As I lay staring into the atmosphere smell of babies breath in the air
the wind tunnels through the flowers softly touching my exposed skin
I can taste the warmth of summer in the air, I feel calm.
For a few moments the moon hides behind the clouds to reveal
shimmering lights like a splendorous hi tech backdrop.
I watch as comets fall from the sky and fade away into the endless field.
I watch as all the planets A-line, and eclipse with the full moon.
I watch as the stars dance in the creamy milky-way clear as day.
As I lay with my back against the world, I daydream
About a place I can call home if only for the night.
30.5.10
14.5.10
Golden Years
As stars set in the northern sky
we stare into a empty parking lot,
and smoke the nights first cigarette.
we stand under the red neon lights
to gossip about the night we'd had.
"making friends with drunks."
"And bumming cigarettes off cheap girls."
"All in a days night." We say, "ready for
another night to begin."
Nightly we dance beneath the noctilucent clouds filling our minds with illegal substances and lungs with tar.
"Are these the stories we will tell our grandchildren about?" I ponder, blowing smoke into the fresh summer breeze.
Our golden years;
from
chain smoking in restaurant parking lots,
getting high in a strangers car
the sky filled with teeming clouds.
The glow of red neon lights shine on the
young faces hiding their sucken eyes
so young and so naive.
to
laughing behind the counter at girls that try to hard,
us knowing love isn't found in a place like this.
and
a love story from our generation.
she ran into the open arms of his heart
and he left his heart on her sleeve
all
to the sound of old time music in the background.
Are these the stories I could tell?
we stare into a empty parking lot,
and smoke the nights first cigarette.
we stand under the red neon lights
to gossip about the night we'd had.
"making friends with drunks."
"And bumming cigarettes off cheap girls."
"All in a days night." We say, "ready for
another night to begin."
Nightly we dance beneath the noctilucent clouds filling our minds with illegal substances and lungs with tar.
"Are these the stories we will tell our grandchildren about?" I ponder, blowing smoke into the fresh summer breeze.
Our golden years;
from
chain smoking in restaurant parking lots,
getting high in a strangers car
the sky filled with teeming clouds.
The glow of red neon lights shine on the
young faces hiding their sucken eyes
so young and so naive.
to
laughing behind the counter at girls that try to hard,
us knowing love isn't found in a place like this.
and
a love story from our generation.
she ran into the open arms of his heart
and he left his heart on her sleeve
all
to the sound of old time music in the background.
Are these the stories I could tell?
7.5.10
off my chest. rambling again.
in all of about 15 minutes my soul was shattered.
you're the one person I wished I could be near.
i'm not afraid to die, i'm just not ready yet.
you were there the first time I felt this alone.
it was the only other time I've felt this broken.
you were there, now you're not.
there's only one thing I wished I never done.
listen to someone other than you.
it was our friendship, not theirs.
i'm just a fuck up baby.
i'll live.
i hope you never read this, it's depressing enough.
you'd know everything I've written the past few months was about you.
"I adore you. I need you. I want you. I miss you. I love you."
ha i miss those jokes because you never got them.
i was always afraid to act like me.
i was always afraid too.
i am alot different now, i am not afraid.
i am alot different now.
jobs.
cars.
dogs.
college.
and a stuffed hippo noone wants.
you're the one person I wished I could be near.
i'm not afraid to die, i'm just not ready yet.
you were there the first time I felt this alone.
it was the only other time I've felt this broken.
you were there, now you're not.
there's only one thing I wished I never done.
listen to someone other than you.
it was our friendship, not theirs.
i'm just a fuck up baby.
i'll live.
i hope you never read this, it's depressing enough.
you'd know everything I've written the past few months was about you.
"I adore you. I need you. I want you. I miss you. I love you."
ha i miss those jokes because you never got them.
i was always afraid to act like me.
i was always afraid too.
i am alot different now, i am not afraid.
i am alot different now.
jobs.
cars.
dogs.
college.
and a stuffed hippo noone wants.
4.5.10
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