Everyone I touch ends up hurting.
My aim is high, but my throw is low.
Right in his stomach, actually.
Knocking the wind out of him.
Again.

Memory is a beautiful thing.
Those warm summer mornings sitting on the front porch.
Jumping on Colton's trampoline in a frilled baby pink tu-tu.
Little white bows in my golden curls as I bounce,
grinning so wide,
in the rays of the Texas sun.
Trips to the lake in our old boat.
The water warm and glittering, calling me for a swim.
Tubing behind the Seaswirl with my baby brother,
giggling like little kids do.
My old cowgirl costume for Halloween.
Running from door to door with an old ragged filled pillowcase in hand.
Singing Hilary Duff in my 5th grade talent show.
Nervously shaking as I watch the smiling crowd in front of me.
My first crush sitting next to me in math class,
Mrs. Woo telling me to stop daydreaming.
Green eyes that stare back into mine, laughing, moving in front of me.
Adventures in Burbank with Megan.
Laughing so hard we fall to the sidewalk in front of a full Mexican restaurant.
My first boyfriend kissing me under an oak tree,
in McCambridge Park at sunset.
Here I sit now.
At my washed out desk in a new dorm,
in college.
My life will keep moving on,
and I have all these beautiful memories to fill it with.
My own personal home videos to dance through my head,
as I think,
as I dream,
as I film more to think back on in ten years.
Life is too beautiful to waste.
I thank God that I have been so blessed to be living.
Loving, laughing, singing, dancing, smiling
and holding on to this free spirit that possesses me and moves me.
Someday life will be but a wonderful memory.

Everything remains the same,
and in the old I begin to fidget.
I yearn for new smells and visions.
I need new places,
new faces.

Being in the doldrums washes me out,
like a tide rising by the moon.
I feel wrung out to dry,
my shoulders dangling from clothes pin lines.

I can't sit still,
as if I sit upon pins and needles.
I can't breathe out,
only in.
I need to move,
to begin again.

I am restless.
I need an adventure.
And yet, here I wait.
Hanging from a fish hook,
I am merely bait.

But what I will pull in I do not know.

I can gain time,
I can lose time.

I can chase time,
I can take my time.

I can remember a time,
And I can forget a time.

But I can't stop time.
I can't escape time.

It's time to face time.

She heard a voice, in her ear, in the middle of the night.
A dream-like trance that filled her veins,
that could not have felt more right.
With wandering eyes she searched the room,
but all in view was black.
Then he spoke,
the dream had broke,
she never would look back.
When he held her hand, he held her mind,
her train of thought was lost.
She wanted love, she wanted him,
no matter what
the cost.

I look into vulnerable eyes.
I see someone who wants to be loved.
Someone who wants to be accepted.
His heart is swollen shut from all his love that was tossed away.
His mouth opens wide, and yet he has nothing left to say.
A caring songbird merely singing to the wind,
Please sing to me, please let your song begin.
Open up your heart to me, do not be afraid.
Show me all this love you have that someone threw away.
I promise once I hold your hand that I will not let go.
Just wait and see,
In time,
I will prove it so.

Honey suckled blades of grass,
A whispered hum on empty fields.

Rays of sunlight drip from the leaves,
A heavy trunk, a canopy of trees.

Oh, sweet journey. Send my soul to listen,
to calm, to sway,
to hold, to glisten.

My stomach is bubbling nervously
My lips and eyes burn in turmoil.
Sleepless nights cause a test of strength.
A decision made can be reversed, but a mistake made
can only be fixed.
What stings the heart, may mend with time,
If thoughts and words don't drown out the hope,
that is held inside.
Red fumes, short breaths, queeziness,
is enough to drive one insane.
But for my mistake I'll take the
blame.