I wish we could make our dream-house real. Katherine room, gold bar room, zip-line, gusts of wind that start up only when you grab the suitcase and umbrella firmly in hand, carrier pigeons, collapsible drive-way that leads into the lair, beds in every room, wish-puff garden with a little helper. It would be so great and fun.
Mom brought me up a bowl of strawberries covered in sugar and whipped cream and I really wish I was hungry and didn't feel like puking up 5 scoops of ice cream from the giant crowd pleaser I just devoured with Kim and Katherine because it was a really nice thing for her to do. I don't know why, but I feel like writing a poem. I love when I get that feeling because it's such a hard feeling to conceptualize or explain and even harder to control once it blooms. Does that make sense? Ah babbling. Okay. Go.
The sun-washed ground, the lazy heat
the yellow spilled about my feet
the stench of air, the whorls of steam
that hug bare arms of butter cream
It's summer time, again, again
and them? They're both my foe and friend.
and skin and hair and dreams recede--
projections I no longer need.
Recumbent still, I've chose to stay
I wish that someone felt the same
for even colour chips away
on leaves that tremble, crack and sway
And Autumn days are never deep
Twenty two hours full of sleep
To eye-lids, covers, walls of gray
I lost my life in mundane days.
But winter slinks, however slow
and brings a chill and dark and snow
Unmoving, yet I still might go
I wanted more not long ago.
The seasons change, its such a shame
that I could never do the same
LJFOEIURPEURFJEIF 15 minutes up.
I used to do this all the time to get 'better' at writing. Give myself 15 minutes and then look at a random object in my room and try to compose the most provoking and profound piece of work in that short amount of time. No clue why I felt compelled to do that, but this is what it reminded me of.
Turns out, Kim also narrates her life quite often and knew exactly what I was talking about. No wonder why we are best friends.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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