nothing like going back
to the golden days
when getting up 20 minutes earlier
was a fun thing
to put on a bit of mascara
and lipgloss;
the blush was natural.
now 20 minutes of sleep
seems like a treasure,
worth everything
and never to be given up.
back when laughter was sunflower yellow,
music was neon blue,
and friends were a sweet purple,
their smiles like lavender
addicting and easy to find.
nothing like going back
to the golden days
when choosing the font for a paper
was an hour long experience;
the funnest part of writing anything.
now no writing matters
to anyone
unless it's 12pt font,
Times New Roman,
double spaced,
and with a heading in the top left corner.
back when school was light,
homework was a breeze,
and the only thunderstorms
were those that involved
coffee shops, window seats,
and copious amounts of hot chocolate.
nothing like going back
to the golden days
filled with warmth
and honey
and a whole lot of butterflies.

That bleery sunrise
staring back at you

has nothing to do
with *****

but something else
something
you could not put down

something you
stayed with

all night rooting
and cheering

for the things
the people

and the world
you really cared about

I’m an artist,take your clothes off ,I’ll immortalize you .
I’m a poet ,tell me your name ,I’ll make you famous
I’ll make you the essence of beauty ,poetry in motion .
I’m an artist ,take your clothes off ,let’s explore your garden together.
Let me write short poems on your thighs ,let me on your podium and give you a melody you’ve never had before .
I’m an artist ,let my art penetrate in you ,gasp if you can ,don’t be quiet .