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Thursday, September 17, 2015

july's poems.

7.6.2015

hot tea sits in a
blue mug with a
green stripe along
the middle on a
checkered table
cloth

a man no longer
considered young
but not old
enough to die
old sits next
to the table
the burning tea
cup is on

reading the 
new york times
though round dirty
glasses he breaths in
the crisp air

_______________

7.15.2015

red in her hair
flowers on a dark shirt
focused on work
changing songs she
stops to admire
the art in front
of her

it's haunting
not many people would
understand her mind
how it works or the
places it goes

sun hits her back
from the bare window
she's young, troubled
but beautiful as well

looking at her
I think to myself
please, please don't
let the evil in your
mind blind you from 
your wonderful life

scribble scribble
art that very few
will take notice
is created

she lays her head
on the black beanbag
fighting light
wanting sleep

I wonder how far
this girl is in her head
what thoughts does she think
that creates the darker
outer appearance

she's sick one moment
fine the next
wonder how much is real  
and the rest in
her head

blue eyes white skin

_______________

7.17.2015

the smell of autumn
blows in the crisp air

leaves fall to the ground
earth changing color

reminding humans that death
is beautiful to be reborn

_______________

7.18.2015

afternoon storm
rolls in with
dark clouds thunder
electricity shocking
the earth causing
heavy winds that 
blow the green trees
back and forth

it's the universe's way
of showing me
life can change in
an instant from
heavenly beautiful
to hell in a handbasket 

_______________

7.24.2015

denying is easier
not acknowledging
who you are is simple
until it's not

locking your problems
in a box pushing
it to the back of
your mind

convincing yourself
your happy
content with who 
you are but really
you're not

denying the problem
what's bothering
you for your entire life
is unhealthy
until one day
you explode

it takes a lot to
accept who you are
including the things
that scare you
the most  

_______________

7.28.2015

oh darling

you said we were
meant to be

I replied you're silly
and said we'll see

that was years ago
one summer night
by a lake
just you and me

looking back now
in the same spot
you said years ago
smoke from the campfire
blows in my face

as I walk out
on the dock
one calm summer night
a smile cannot leave
my suntanned face

the mirrored water
reflects the pink
clouds in the sky
stars glitter over
the calm lake
three birds fly
from the pink to
the dark sky
light by the stars
and the sight
of a crescent moon

you call my name
and it all comes
back in flashes
how young we were
and how certain
you were about
you and me

oh darling
how right you are
right
            indeed

_______________

7.31.2015

warm water from
the sunny
lake
runs between
her rainbow toes
as she
ponders
what is
this life all
about besides
money
wanting to
be more than
life but
dreams
she had
were like the
clouds above
big
but too
far to grab


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