Half-way through the year
got a new phase to adhere
A new vision in life
that would push me to be right

No more sad songs
no more falling where I don't belong
Build a place I can call home
may it be like Paris or Rome

No more saying, 'Is it July yet?'
only that would make me grumpy, I bet
Collect a set of motivation
I could use for satisfaction

Half-way through the year
got a new phase to adhere
A new vision in life
that would push me to be right

No more I did this for them
as I don't want to end up in mayhem
More I did this for me
that's what's all important, you see

No more flowing impulses
'cause this world's full of repulses
More mindfulness on what I do
'cause I don't want to lose another you

JUNE hid from me, on a forgotten calendar sheet on the kitchen wall. In vain, I shied away from the dust. Dust did not care about June on that calendar I'd never had.

Me and June, almost did not know each other again. Me and dust still greet each other just as a matter of praise. Dust and June as usual, still deceiving each other, yellowing on the paper.

june;
before july,
after may.
the influential month of summer.
drinking the alcohol left over from last week.
swimming in pools that don't belong to us.
skipping rocks in the creek by your house.
walking thirteen miles to sit together,
and watching the sunset.
pure bliss,
without anxiety for the school year to start.
contentment,
without complaining about walking those god ****** thirteen miles.
i stub my toe on a rock that i don't see
because i'm laughing at your stupid grin.
that's june.

June feels short and raw,
Like grass and orange squash and warm knees,
I'm squeezing fresh citrus over my open heart,
Letting everything in,
The breeze, the news, the change in skies,
Your eyes,
Letting it all in to flood my bones,
As I fall.

It is for her birthday
Drawing eyeliner
Like she is painting her most beautiful dreams
Ruby red on her lips
Vivid as blood that flow trough her veins
Rich as roses
Bold, brave and blooming

Black lace dress on her skin
Her heart is purest pearl
The everlasting jewelry
Deep as ocean that only few could perceive

But today she is clueless
Blowing candles
Counting numbers
Making wishes
Might the burdens be washed away
For the next years to come
She would really dress up and celebrate her self aging
Youthfully, happily, gracefully
Sharing her birthday cake with real laughter on June 6

Red is the colour of passion,
The colour she died her hair.
Orange is the colour of a carnation,
So pure and so fair,
Yellow is the colour of Happiness,
The joy and glee in a smile.
Green is the colour of nature,
So fresh and refreshing.
Blue is the colour of sadness,
When you need a helping hand.
Indigo is the colour underneath your eyes,
When you stay up late with those you love.
Violet is the colour of her ribbon,
When she leaves your room at dawn.

Love is beautiful, Love is special.
Don't let it go by you.
COME TO PRIDE
Find yourself

he lived in the mud house diagonal
with short hair and quiet eyes
he divorced an april
bad intentions with a may
strange relations with a june
july never arrived