Daydream
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At times I feel like a treeseeded in a hard placeor grown in cementstruggling
I want to be like a treealways looking upwards whiledigging my heels into the earth
i was a full garment before i met you.
i may have had some loose strings,
but they were nothing that a pair of sewing scissors couldn't fix.
then you gave me that million-dollar smile.
Maybe you don't think of me much
Or maybe you don't think much of me
But when I take my mind for walks
We end up sitting under aspen trees.
some erotic escape
I need
with your face
with the cosmos
to my aid
with a Fire
and wild desire
romantic play
and zany runway
the thunder
of the heart beating
fast
In a second
Mutuals become companions
From jokes to sincerity
From half-hearted chats to imersive colloquy
In a second
Companions tie themselves together
Silver shiny peal
I want to live on the moon with you.
I want to watch the slumbering earth
the amazing clear vastness of the universe,
I want to watch the stars and the shimmer in your eyes
as you stare in awe and wonder...
The floods push and coax
others just go with the flow.
But not I.
Sometimes I drift towards shore,
I prefer swimming straight for the shore,
And then, I'm in another place.
No swimming with routine,
From sandblast windows out I spy
a flock of gulls in flight
and I yearn to coast the ocean,
on a charter, strong and light.
Sail o'er the deepest trenches
With a map of stars at night.
Day Dream
Things I think about when I ride the train
Is embeded in my brain
About what time I will arrive
At my destination, which is beyond
My comprehension
Dedicated to Miss Dani Koenig
When I say
You’re too much for me,
I mean it in the most
Simplest
Of ways.
Not that you are too clingy or needy
But when
Although stranded
I may not be alone
with the heart of a daydreamer
and a handful of stars.
I see you on a sunny day
On a California beach
On the roasting sidewalks
As the sun peaks behind the clouds
I see your arctic smile
And your eyes follow your grin
Spinning around in excitement
Maybe it was just this year I suddenly became old.
Old hit me with crying over Facebook videos in the middle of the night.
Plank the desk says..
Well he says nothing
Cause I’m looking at him and covering his face the whole time
Papers, a notebook, and pencils lay over wooden lips
In a cubicle called class
All Around
Beauty
Natural and Real
Unadulterated By Man's
Dull Existence
Butterflies
Birds
Even leaves
Hold powerful significance to the
Watchful eye
Night crawlers on the roof
Walking around going, who who
White faces smiling at you
Tapping the window, who who
Something is scratching the door
Let me in, who who
a faint breeze against my skin makes me remember what I love most about life itself.
Simplicity is what makes me content
the warmth of the Sun as it beems down on my cheeks
making them glow with energy, I smile.
When we're under the sheets
I'm more than just dreaming
I'm in a better place, bigger than just my fairytale
They say pick a route.
They say choose a dream.
Well, I'm not backing out
So I'll let my thoughts become a live stream.
My dream job is obscure
Pharmacy isn't thought of in my small town,
You are family
Whom I have never seen
The one that told me stories
Whenever I was lonely
I speak to you more than I do
to Him who took you
I’ve cried when you left me
When I close my brown eyes I drift away,
To a faraway place that no one knows,
A place where there are no clouds, storms of grey,
A place where I can go, be on my own,
A place where insecurity is not shown,
When I sit in school,
I want to fly away.
Up to the stars,
To soar past Mars,
I'd like to leave and play.
This class is dumb,
My brain is numb,
My eyes are going blurry.
My pen is dead,
Slaying privateers with my blunderbuss,
The queen's lap dogs surrendering without a fuss,--
Remember this for the test: PV=nRT--
I took their ship, not caring if I was brusk.
I can't seem to shake her.
Familiarity boils over
in a pot that can’t contain
A search for four leaf clovers,
nothing can ever be the same
And as we’re moving through the obstacles
We built for ourselves
I write to let you know
How I feel
How I miss you
How I resent what happened
I write to let people hear
The eloquence of vowels
The harshness of consonants
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window,
It’s louder friend only seconds behind.
They bring me no fear,
No wariness, no excitement.
If I should try to love you I would love you like the sky.
I’d be patient through our trials, calm like clouds that drift on by.
There would be days that just like rain water would drip and fall,
Sometimes I feel like I just need to say things:
like yellow is my favorite color.
I prefer cloudy days over sunny days.
When I was young I mixed milk and maple syrup
and drank from colored cups
like shots
There once was a young girl,
who wanted to escape.
She would close her eyes,
and imagine a place;
