april's poems.

4.9.2015

light red hair

ocean blue eyes

freckles across nose

so young yet

so smart still

a lot to learn

loves her family

and dog

skiing and soccer

naturally gifted

in so many ways

beautiful on the inside

as well as the outside

long road ahead

with bumps

and

thunderstorms

but

with colorful skies

in the end

_______________

4.10.2015

green leaves
dead trees
gray skies
gray ground
fast cars
annoyed drivers
music playing
taylor swift
little boy
in back
playing games
flood it
plants zombies
kids playing
parking lot
throwing balls
yelling laughing
cool air
windows down
friday afternoon

_______________

4.12.2015

laundry done piled in
the basket stuffed
together
too tired to 
mess with

12:35am
technically monday
but it's still
sunday to her

day flew by in
a moment
got a lot done
but
did very little
living

walked the dog
did homework
dreamed of another life

she lived today
going through the motions
getting stuff done
but not living life 
like she wants

someday she thought
as she laid in bed
scribbling in her notebook

it's now 12:40am


she lived her day 
_______________

4.13.2015

monday morning
tea on table
people talking
music playing
mountain views

phones out
new york times in hand
workout gear on
starbucks in the morning

man across from me
eating a danish
reading the funnies
thoughts enter my mind
where is he from?
what's his life story?
how did he get here?

older music plays
in the background
wonder if it
reminds him of
his past

peaceful, calm, collected
this music is
what a day to start
the week

peaceful & relaxed

_______________

4.15.2015

small children climbing
large objects running 
at a slow dog's speed
laughing and screaming
fill the spring air

lost in a book
not acknowledging what's
going on
my body is present
my mind is somewhere else

new york city, 1967
a completely different reality
filled with people 

the kids on the
playground
cannot comprehend 
_______________

4.16.2015

always the night owl
sometimes the early bird

_______________

4.21.2015

white and pink
buds on the tree
blossoming in april

green grass and leaves
smell of new life from
afternoon rain

sitting on a park bench
no one is playing
all my ears pick up
are branches blowing from
the cool breeze
hitting my skin

this is beautiful
this is a perfect moment

_______________

4.22.2015

we were children
riding in a red wagon
with my little sister
father pulling the weight
between us
down the evening
arizona street

white flowers bloom
at 80 degrees
hot for most 
of the
country


running barefoot
on the hell fire
road
not caring
about shoes
my feet were my shoes

when I was a child
pulling the red wagon

_______________

4.24.2015

the body you're born in
may not match your soul
that doesn't make your weird
the world may not support you
but you cannot make the world happy

be happy in the skin your in
if that means changing your
body to match your soul
do what you gotta do
fuck the people that
judge you

you're happiness comes first
people may look at your differently
judge you for your choices
but they don't realize how you
feel is not a choice

you gotta be who you are
whether or not the people
around you feel the same

they can't feel your pain
or understand your feelings

_______________

4.25.2015

1:31am

the earth's magnetic pull
cannot stop leaves being
blown into the air by a soft
morning autumn breeze

the way a feather glides
through the air as though
it's being pulled gently by
a nonexistent string

closing her eyes this
thought runs through
her ever present wild
mind breathing in the
silence of the stars

_______________

4.26.2015

                rain on sunday

    typical spring day

                too warm for snow

    river flows strong

                these lazy days

are my favorite

                book in hand

        sweater with sweatpants

_______________

4.27.2015

as midnight approaches
a little cat sleeps soundly
checkered pillow fuzzy blanket

green eyes open slowly
little pink ears straight up
snuggled into the blanket

his stare into the camera
says it all

leave me be
_______________

4.28.2015

young girls sitting in a
bathtub smoking
stolen cigarettes
complaining about
how awful life is

they're 16 
a scene
straight out of a
film from the 1960s
 because it's the 60's
but there is no camera

smoke leaves one of
the young girls mouth
coughing follows
thinking they're dramatic

mother knocks on the door
needing to get ready
girls burn out
the hell fire

jazz in the background
life goes on