Buzzing bees, crawling ants, lady bugs on your knuckles.
Does the sun wave and wear sunglasses? Or do the trees never have enough leaves? Don't act so sweet I don't feel the cavity until it's too late. But you're not candy. Grow and nurture, talking care to clean up your wake. Would you come back for a plant that no one watered?
I already have certain years
that constitute my life CT, MA to NY All the tiny things I did Shape me into this version of me Writing on a laptop at night Yes, I feel like I have seen enough things Done a lot, good at being broken- hearted Maybe could've broken more hearts. Truth is, probably not. I learn to accept fate as they come Yes, sometimes I try to veer it towards the way I want But life is never about Achieving what you want Rather, use the things you got And turn it into everlasting , mesmerizing Splendid sparks. Am I cheesy being only 26? Or you're sneering at me, Ha you're not that young? I look up for a sign and an inspirational quote To only see myself in the mirror smiling back and the past ghosts at the end of the tunnel He said he does not want a relationship I said I don't want my future baby to have ugly teeth He said he will marry me for a million But I said I don't want our baby to go to Harvard He said, ***** Harvard!What about Princeton?
seriously don't know what i am writing haha
Ever notice how a piece of timber first catches on it burns so bright...
There's sort of a passion to it? How it moves along flaring hot or hotter, flaming-out here or there... Coming around again to exhaust all efforts at staying alight... ...but it matters not. That dark hardened shell of the wood has nothing left to give... ...can't maintain itself. Sure, -you can add accelerant. A later something, perhaps different in thermal expression? In the end only speeds up the process of becoming nothing; as ashes cast into the winds. Charred pieces were better left alone, dissolving in raindrops over time? Never rekindle a thing once burnt. Yes I suppose that makes logical sense... Unless you feel cold?
You find patterns
in everything and I am just beginning to notice this about you. You watch documentaries, and tell me all about them. One was about a nanny turned photographer capturing strangers mid-conversation- I like your summaries better than the stories themselves. Someday, you, too will take great photographs and the world will know your name before you're deceased. I'm sure of it. We walked through a field of glowing grass, and you tried to touch each blade. It began to rain, I wiped a stray droplet onto your nose and kissed your eyelids. You laughed at me, tried to annoy me, hold my hand in different ways, push me off the sidewalk- I stepped in dog **** but you insisted it was human... I listened to you spin your story and was reminded of how lovely it is to peer inside your mind- My glasses broke tonight and yet I haven't seen this clearly in what feels like forever. I'll tell you "let's do this," this time, without any liquor if it means I'll prove my devotion to you and this time we have together. I don't care what you call me, or who knows I exist, as long as you keep kissing me with as much electricity as I felt when I first met you.
A month ago I sat in class
in a New England School for boys Now, I'm in a bomber group Adjusting to the noise I made plans for Harvard A doctor, I would be Then my life would turn In a way I didn't see The war was on in Europe We saw in the press But, 18 days before Christmas we were pulled into the mess Future plans were put aside Our country we'd support We'd forget all of our future thoughts We'd join, though not for sport We signed up down in Boston Young men flyers, soldiers all Preparing for a battle Many would not live till fall We thought not of our future Our present, all we had Many dead by Christmas next The thought is truly sad You do not what you want to But, what needs to be done You go from boy to man so fast You've barely walked...now run Think back on those who made it Remember who did not Young men they are forever They deserve a longer thought The air is pure and holy It is scattered with young souls Boys, now men who went to war And put aside their goals
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