If
You change yourself
You are
Going to help mankind a lot

He pulls away, precariously balanced
above the raucous creek slicing through
the campground’s city-like togetherness

she protectively hovers, hands cupped
inches from his slender back, prepared to grab
honoring his need for independence

the crooked lodge pole leans
toward what little sun is bestowed
upon it by its larger brethren

a mother, a child
a tree, a stream
soft light.

He looks at me with fireworks in his eyes,
He says,
I am incredible,
He says,
I am like magic,
I just laugh it of,
But secretly I like how he makes me feel,
Secretly I like his compliment,
He speaks to me with rays of sunshine,
He says,
I am amazing,
He says,
I am like magic,
I just shyly look away,
But secretly I want to look at him,
Secretly, I look at him,
He touches my face with warmth of a fire,
He says,
I am magnetic,
He says,
I am like magic,
But then,
He looks at me with fireworks in his eyes,
And I think,
It is he,
Who is incredible,
It is he,
Who is amazing,
It is he,
Who is magnetic, and,
It is he,
Who is the magic.

There were words
Waiting to be said
There were things
Hidden in my head
That would hurt him
So I kept quiet instead

The warmth is coming, the chills are leaving.

Summer, summer on the way, this has always been my glorified season.

& although times can be deceiving, there are few things I ever feel I'm needing but that season is undoubtedly why my heart is beating.

With the months of June, July, and August I've made mistakes, had bad days, and on some of those warm days I've been completely bested.

But trials make for success, mistakes generate growth, and you can't expect to get a good grade without first being tested.

Class is out, and summer is session, I've passed the finals and greatly cherish the lessons, seems like I've been in winter my whole life, summer is my blessing.

Other seasons come along. Spring and fall but I feel no joy in the duration of them all, if it's not summer I find myself feeling sad still.

Like in March I still have that bad feel,  in April it's like I'm at a stand still, headaches three quarters of the year, Summer's my only Advil.

Life is full of lessons, full of struggles, obstacles, pains, and occurrences for which we sometimes never discover the true reason.

One day in my dream my Dad said "see son, see the sun" and I fell in love with a season.

Loneliness worn on our sleeve
From opened wounds to
Thinned skinned scars
Lights out , Jealous again of
this deadbeat sin that has stolen
hours after hours to only leave us with an unproductive taste in our veins.
Sore shoulders sour with neck pains that has scratched our throats dry.
Weaved chest pains bled out,
Do we have to go over it again and again.