Remembrance

A tear falls and shatters the ice
A cry emerges and breaks the waves
A smile brings out the sun
A sound of laughter creates the tides
A moment of time creates a memory
Remember for it is all we ever truly have.

a beggar

For you...
the star winks
the cloud moves
the water drips
the grass waves

For you...
seagulls call
pearls form
satin slides
girls blush

For you...
I scream
I yearn
I fall
I dream

see me, hear me, want me, need me, love me
...please

The Perfect Woman

The Perfet Woman:

a woman thats not scared to show confidence,
shes got to walk with style.
a woman thats not afraid to show her curves,
dress up for her man,
and a woman thats not scared to stay in her sweats.
the perfect woman
a woman that never gives up,
she strives for success.
shes not afraid to be one of the guys.
that greets her man at the door with a beer,
that has dinner on the table when he gets home.
the woman that can take an adventure,
that woman that isn's afraid to be real.
a woman that understand his problems.
a woman that can get down and dirty.
that girl whos not afraid to show her youth.
that perfect woman.

Hero: Defined

define hero,

someone who saves you from heartbreak?

someone who fights for you?

someone who helps you put your walls up?

or someone who gets you back in the game?

a hero is definable.

because you are your own hero.

you protect your self.

while he breaks you apart.

knock on wood

an answer is what you want
it's what you'll get, sit back and
...are you ready to be bit?
show my colors,
red, green, blue, and white
i write i rant i rhyme
i shine like that vine you're sittin on
you may be ripe
but you ain't picked
maybe you just ain't the type
who can be squeezed into a wine
too sour, too sweet? or maybe
too good to repeat
i'm comin full force
my voice my heart my song
these words where they belong
back and forth like ping pong
a silly game, a joke, a hoax
a boxing match of words and rhythm,
give em a punch to watch for
try to knock me out, go ahead try
i'll get back up, stand up, head up
biggy blue eyes at your service
calm down, don't get nervous
you ain't never lost a bet, a match, a game
knock on wood, now, you about to be shamed

The Perfect Man:

The perfect man:

someone not exactly perfect
someone who can make a mistake
i want a guy that will try.
someone with a nice smile.
and a great personality.
he has to be independant.
and appreciate the litte things.
he doesn't have to do anything big to get to my heart.
a guy thats playful.
make me laugh.
he's got to be taller than me.
and a charmer.
someone who takes my breath away.
and looks into my eyes.
and must play golf
someone as crazy as me
someone who likes me for me
someone to take an adventure with.
someone to make me a better person.
someone to accept me.
someone to suprise me.
someone to understand.
someone to understand me.
<3>

are my feelings just so

The words I wish to speak,
They are turning into crap,
I am becoming bleak,
Is there something that I lack?
I’m wondering who you want me to be,
Am I not good enough?
I wish that you could see.
I just want to be tough.
Forget what you know,
For I am not going to be here for long.
My feelings are just so,
I want to be strong.
Should I stay or should I go?
Or are my feelings just so?

VINE RIPENED

T-Gil said More than ever be4.
call her TZA or Biggy Blue Eyes
whatever you name her
her rhymes just proclaim her
versatility maximum rhyme-ability,
shoot she she nearly jumped up and joined me
up here on my branch
they say I'm so fresh that they call me
VINE RIPENED
not even picked yet
never been bit yet
or lost a rhyme bet yet.
you may be the indian leg wrestling diva
but now your rhymes make me a believa
that girls can flow go and show
cuz remember
tell day is for losers
but show day is fo provers


peace to the
L-hood
the G-ranch
the C-knoll
the E-states
and even the kids
with chatfield L-plates

good night oakland

Lloyd

you asked me to rhyme

you challenged me so here i come
watch out boy
cuz these words i got
ain't never been done
you said it's on like 8 mile,
sit back and watch my style
form in front of you, like prayers in a pew
rhyme after rhyme, these lines spell "sublime"
forcing, falling, free-forming
yeah you called me out
so now it's my turn
this girl's verse
gonna make your face burn
red like the coals
burning in the train
that runs through your brain, screaming pain
as the rain falls, rolls, jolts through the sky
and you look up and ask "why God why"
put this to a beat, a bounce, a band
could play along and find my rhythm
so now these words are mine
you can't steal them
give them back, back-track and relax
show me something fierce, mean, real
seal this deal with another cliche
and tell me now, my fellow fine,
can i rhyme?

He Said Write A Rhyme or TZA can rhyme

He Said Write A Rhyme
so i put my head closer to the paper
pressed my pen on the word taker
and I watched the ink bleed
the refrain from my brain
but what i want is to make her
see the simplicity
taste the toasted synchronicity
and stop with this defeatist self pity
cuz every rhyme has a home even this one you're readin'
I just found it before you did
it was in KID TZA
this one was in her heart (she has a huge heart) above the lung
in your brain next to pain
on your tongue nearly swallowed
and i climbed down inside you
on ladder rung (wrung) of thievery
just to prove to you that you can (you can)
so please KID believe me
these words are not mine
they're yours
I just arranged them to rhyme
painted em brown
to look like mine
OK fine!
I stole em!
but you can't prove they were yours (yes officer, the T was crossed JUST like that and the P was real phat like That)
(just cuz you say you said em once)
and forget what I said bout them livin in you
they were in me --like breath and plasma
but in you
they were like death caused by asthma
cuz my words can't breathe in you
only me
so turn your back to me
cuz you need a heimlich maneuver to spit out my words
you chokin' rhymeless loser
I'll wipe off the spit and start rhyming that
shifty multisyllabic sequential stream of subconsciousness
that had you ridin the short bus
you ever thought bout bein' a mime?
Anyway
He Said Write A Rhyme

peas out
T Zout
Goodnight Oakland

Lloyd

Hey

I just wanted to say everyone's work is awesome.
Ren'ai~
~Reikan~

Just a moment of my time

I walked in and you ran away
I called and you were busy
I wrote and you never replied
I walked away and you didn't notice
I wanted a moment of your time and you never listened
I went home and found you smiling with roses
I laughed and hugged you
You smiled and said can I give a moment of my time to the girl who always gives me a moment
of hers?

me vs. you

me: "you're not good for me.....what is it about you that pulls me towards you, i swear it's like a magnetic force" you: "why am i not good for you" me: "because....you make me a completely different person" you: "and hey u dont make me the person i want to be either, i want to be a strong person but when im around you im so weak you know but the worst part is i like it. no no i love it" me: "see, i think this is what gets me about you...the way you talk to me...it kills me and i don't want to believe it because that opens the door for getting hurt...but i wanna believe it, wanna believe you" you: "shoot do u think i would spend this much time and effort just to lie to u" me: "i know you're not lying but sometimes i want you to be because then i don't have to feel anything" And so it goes, me vs. you in this epic battle, you trying to steal my heart and me trying not to lose control and fall again. My instincts tell me to push you away because "break my heart once, shame on you; break my heart twice, shame on me." But something, who knows what, wants me to trust you, to let you in, to just let go. This has gone on for so long and still I can't...can't...forget. you: "no wat i really wanted to say is that i want so bad to be the one that you can trust and believe and the one you love to believe and the one you love to hold and be with the one you call yours and the one who can call u mine" How do you do this to me?

"B"

Blue Black Butterflies Bid Beauties Bon-voyage.

between memories and moving on

I think about you everyday. I hear your voice when I go to certin places. Sometimes I think I see you in a crowed. The day you died, realized I couldn't live with out you. I felt guilty because I never knew you were unhappy. Baby you had so much to live for. I remember getting mad at you because you got into the school of your dreams. I was scared I would never see you again. I knew I was being selfish. It's not fair you died too young. I vist you often, on our anniversy, christmas, your birthday, my birthday, the day we first met. I walk up that hill, for some reason I see you waiting for me. I kneel on the tall grass and run my fingers over your name. I talk to you, only telling you I need you and I miss you. I am caught between a memory and moving on. I wish it were me insted of you. It's been almost three years. It begins to rain. I am selfish and run to my car, not kissing you good-bye, or telling you I love you. I miss you more and more as each day passes. I never wanted to expierence like with out you. The one who taught me how to drive a stick, whistle, how to blow bubbles with my gum. Jeff baby I miss you more then life. Yet I cant bring myself to forgive you. For leaving me here-alone. I wish I could take it back-never meeting you, my heart wouldn't feel this pain. I saw your mom yesterday, she thinks about you too. She only dreams of how it was supposed to be. Your dad doesn't talk much. Then again he never really did. Like father-like son.

the past.

why can't people just leave the past alone?
its like they are vultures. they keep picking and picking until there is nothing left.
you try to not let it bother you, but it does.
not showing emotion on the outside, but on the inside, you're dying. screaming for everyone to shut up and leave it alone.
you can't open up. what will people think? how will they react?
they already treat you different.
have you ever walked into that room full of people and realize that they were all talking about you?
it's the hardest thing to walk around, pretending like nothing ever happened. to walk around, pretending like nothing is bothering you and then go home crying that you never want to go back to that place.
the stares, the whispers, the rumors.
you made my life a living hell, why keep going?
i've gone through the tornado, and now i'm dealing with the aftermath of the storm.
left alone to pick up the pieces, to rebuild myself.
i need you to to help me pick myself back up, to get my head back above the water, not to keep pushing me further down.
its time to move on.
i don't need you constantly reminding me of the past.
the past is past.

on pause for you

klajgadkglha'ighA:KhelpmeLGa'igh/'agh ag/'alkhfg/klahg<--------my mind, my heart in panic, in shock. i refuse to let my guard down again, i wont let me leave myself alone. reality was shoved in my face, the truth pushed to my attention. if i told you or someone how i felt, ha, i would be burned at the stake by my friends, and get tomatoes thrown at me by your friends. i know im losing my mind. my life has been put on pause for you. i want to tell you sorry for the way i have acted in the past. i want to be closer to you. i want you to want me to let me in. open your heart for me. put all other feelings or regrets or questions or doubts aside. im only sorry it took so long for me to change. let me in, tell me you are weak, show me you can be the person you really are, take me into your heart, demalish your walls, build me a room in you, iside of the person no one sees, the person you want me to see. open the door let me in.

Your pen is a 9 that pierces my mind and the humor a veil to hide the pain trail that trail we all leave behind but hey we face the opposite way and to use a cliche "at the end of the day" we're all the same except for the name So to you young Rabbit the ripper of rhyme with end rhyme sublime I salute your zest, your words that penetrate my student proof vest, the syllables so palpable they fizz to a smizzle Yeah you are the Gangsta of grin the NewPac the drop dead dreadlock wearin a padlock the thief of time who straddles the line between 8 mile and perfect white smile. Yeah, Rabbit rhymes.

Peace in the Middle East
Goodnight Oakland

Lloyd

The story you'd never know

This paper becomes a sanctuary, the one and only place he can go when he's been abandoned, left alone. The world turned its back on him and he spent so long trying to turn it back around until finally he got tired, gave up and just sat down to cry. Crying those bitter, angry, hateful tears that burn as they roll down his cheeks and give him the worst headache and runny nose, "but it's theraputic," he thinks, tells himself, makes himself believe. He swears, shouts those terrible words that don't mean a damn thing to anybody but him. It's been so long since anybody's loved him, how can he expect that of anyone when he hates himself? He spends so long in this place, this place that makes him hurt, where he gets lost in fake smiles and real tears, he's forgotten how to laugh. This pain that he can't share, this burden that becomes too heavy for his shoulders to support...What can he even do to make it go away? He questions, wonders, wishes he knew what to do.

No Bounds

Leyba, I was thinking of what you said in class today so this is my last rhyme for awhile and I will work on all the things you said...and being serious.

Take the worlds weight and stand up straight.
But wait, Im ahead of my time, writing the rhyme.
Hoping in my car to drive far.
Trying to get out the struggle that is my life, stand up and break out the siffe.
Heaven is overrated, but my killingspree's only be of tounge-tied mc's.
Not busting 9's only slaying with my rhymes.
Not popping crystal, only dropping dimes.
Hitting the books because I hear knowledge is power,
finding my feelings in Leyba's class, not wanting to be a lazy ass.
My contimplation be of giving into temptation.
But I dont want to quit, dont want to be societies pitt.
Trying to think what I want to be, going off my track and thinking of what I ought to be.
I wonder what got into me. Everyone fallowing the path eventually.
Dreaming back of things I regret, not worth mentioning, but hard to forget,
My concience will eat at me thinking of that nonsince.
The past can never be forgotten, but the future found,
and just remember success takes hardwork but there is,
No Bound.

they know each other

they know each other
yet they avert their eyes
they know each other
but they try to hide
they have a history
known only to them
they've shared thier deepest desires
only as secret friends.
if others saw them together
they would be shunned
so they put on their acts
and keep on ignoring
memories lost
moments gone
him as a jock
her as a goth
they keep on walking
pretending not to care
yet now there's this feeling
that hangs in the air
a reminder
of what they use to share.

Free Write

Maybe it isn't free. Maybe I charge. Maybe we all pay. Some of you gave beautiful words. Thank you. I realize I need to write. I haven't written anything more than lumps of sentences for weeks. I bought yet another pen in hopes of motivation. Hope--hope ain't gonna write. Today, before lunch, I was inspired. How many classes do I enter into that I leave inspired? Few. You made the room raw with your words and your willingness to wear your emotion. You hung words in the air like sky writers with golden smoke. Like TG said, "you shoved your way to the front of my mind." My pen bows to yours. Leave it all on the page.

Lloyd

"Shattered" (I'm bored, can you tell?)

Through a shattered world she walks alone
Mistrust lights her way
Walking through the light she is blind to the hatred of others
Fear guides her through the bleak forest of life
In her world betrayal is the key
Honor is lost to the knowledge of lies
Black and White she sees the darkness in them all
Her powers too great to handle
Sickness of those surrounding embeds itself in her mind
She knows not to run for darkness has seeped everywhere
In her heart she fears the truth behind the lies
Pain holds her grounded as she seeks recovery
Memories of a faded past haunt her sleep
Tears fall bringing rain
Disaster echoes through the cold sleepless night
Does darkness consume them all
So much black so little white
What horrors haunt her now
A white palace setting her free
A white prison holding her in reality
Freedom shattered
Hope is gone
The bindings holding her mirror the hatred in the darkness
From beloved solitude to feared companionship
Can she find a light in the darkness or is her soul forever shattered?

Gazette

Grasping the night
Attaining the desired freedom
Zealous beats remaining
Each note soothing
Tormenting the day
Touching my heart
Ever remaining in my mind.
*For Gazette*

D.E.G.

Death is a promise
Ignorance is a sin
Red blood is a soul

Eternity will fade
Night will come

Ghost of this dream
Rediscover this past
End this nightmare
You alone can feel this presence.

*For Dir En Grey*

Hospital Waiting Room - Setting *flashbacks*

White, cold, silent not a happy setting, yet there in that palace of life and death I wait. Not for the birth of a child or the death of an elder. No instead I wait for what could be the announcement of imprisonment for one I never trusted. *Blood, sirens, terror, screams, a knife* Sympathetic eyes look through me as I watch the police and doctors talk. I am silent, chills creep cowardly up my spine. *Green fields, laughter, love, bliss, beauty* Overlooked in the bustle of the E.R. I wait for her to come back out and laugh for me once again. Stretchers rush past. . .a car accident. The past how did I outrun it? *Dark, night, blanket, fear, a spider* People passing cower and walk faster, they sense my impatience. Time crawls past or so it seems for there is no time in my haunted world of Purgatory. *Friend, sister, mother, knife, field, spider*

Different Worlds

You were there beautiful, talented causing mischief. Time came, time went yet always you portrayed freedom. Haunting eyes captured the moment of your flight. Pain filled an empty chasm as you retreated to the shadows. No fear, no guilt, no love, no happiness. . .there is no emotion. Life is void of meaning since your escape to the new realm. Your arrival celebrated by all, you've returned to our sanctuary at last. Speeches, balls, and late nights fill your life. In rest I see tranquility; you have no worries, no fake smiles, no horrors of life, you are free. How life caused your freedom to be diminished. The dust hides the truth. Shy smiles hide behind submission. Love is doused by ashes. You don't see me, yet how could you? We live separate lives. We live in separate worlds. We live in a castle.
~Reikan~

fess up

the lies. the secrets. the truth. it fallows you. it sits on your shoulders. you know you have to confess. but you cant. you just cant. you believe that god will never forgive you. ever. as you drop to your knees, your sprit is crushed. there is nothing you can do about it. you know you dont deserve to be here. you know you are the worst person in the world. tears overwhelm your face your face. you turn pale, your eyes and you cheeks a bright red. as soon as you stop crying you begin to cry again. you cant stop. the make up from your eyes, is streaming down your face, just as if you got into a fight. your heart pounds harder every time they get closer to the truth, you feel like you are going to puke, you cant hold in your lies or your secrets. the truth has to come out. you choke on your words confessing the madness that you have created. your confessions. the last words you speak.

"Listen"

It weighs me down
He asks whats wrong
I try not to say
He pushes me; I tell him
He burdens himself
He tries to solve the problems
I see it hurt him yet he will not stop
I don't want him to take my burdens upon himself
How do I save him without destroying myself
I want to help him yet he never lets me
I try to listen but he asks me questions
How do I not answer
He is logical yet stubborn
I tell him but he never tells me
He is my best friend but he can't see why I want to help him
Others agree he burdens himself needlessly
How do I protect him from my harsh world
He calls me "Guide" but how do you guide one who won't follow
I want to save him from my insanity
I want to listen to him.

*Inspired by Geoff-Geoff*

I AM

I am 5 and a half and not 5
I am the moment before your eyes
I am the birds flying
I am the buffalo roaming
I am the glowing fireflies
I am the rocket ship exploding
I am the the fountain overflowing
I am the flame in a dance
I am the Indian in a trance
I am the battle call, the ancient war cry
I am the fateful goodbye
I am the I am the morning light
I am the screaming streaks of fright
I am the tears of fears
I am the gasping of air
I am the exhaling of trees
I am the mind at ease
I am the smoke in the breeze
I am the start of something new
I am the vision that are now in sight
I am the memories of what was
I am the hope of what is to be
I am the clarity of confusion
I am the worrior that is fearless
I am the beggining of an end.

what's in a name

Classy, yet more farm girlish. Easy to say, hard to spell. Named after my great great aunt. It’s my mom’s Def Leppard cd playing, her James Dean poster in her college dorm room, the clay figures, and finger paintings. It’s the sound of my dad’s welder and the smell of his smoker, it is his can of chew sitting in the middle of the dashboard, it’s the oil for tuning the cars. It goes perfect with my sisters name on our Christmas cards; “Merry Christmas, from the Ballews, Mark, Jodi, Maegan, and Amanda”. When said in anger and rage, it turns red, as if my entire name could be one word. When said in praise it simply turns a brilliant white. It’s the sounds of a rumbling car down the street, or a machine being operated on in a maintenance shop. Maegan, pronounced just like it looks, Mae-gan, simple. The only sweet part is my last name, Ballew. It’s a color, a bear, and a cat, sweet I know. My grandfather uses it as an excuse, and my dad uses it as if it were an action word like running or jumping. That or you can call me Sister Mary Clarence.

These tears form, but I won't cry

This pain tears at me, makes me want to hate you, gives me that lump in my throat that I recognize and now I know what's coming. All those memories of our childhood together - we never could get along. I stole your spotlight, like mom says. I'm sorry. Isn't that enough? I grew up not in your shadow, but under your foot, stepped on and hated, like mud on new tennis shoes. We had a love-hate relationship: I loved you and you hated me. Oh, how we fought. You'd think we were going to kill eachother, what with the bloody noses, black eyes, and kicking you where it counts. I swear I never meant to. And then you left me. Just up and left. I understand, yeah, I get it. You had to get away because you were too far gone. Going the wrong direction. In deep "crap." Okay, fine. All I saw was you walking out the door and then I'm gone, running away so that I'm the one leaving, not you. No. You're not abandoning me. You'll come back. No? There's this hole that started forming inside of me, kept getting bigger and bigger like when you gauged your ears. Just kept growing. How long until we talked again? A month, maybe two? How about a year, three months, and five days. I couldn't forgive you. You left me. And now what? I'm a senior and you haven't been here for a single dance, a date, even to hide those dozen roses left on the porch because you're being protective. It's time I can't recover. It's time I want back. I don't even know you anymore. Now I'm your baby sister that you love and you're jealous that my boyfriend spends more time with me in one month than you have the past six years? I say I'm over it and I want to see you, just to talk. But what do you say to somebody you don't know? I miss you....

when i look at myself i'm paper

paper thin. comes in contact with an assortment of things. they write all over it. all over me. put their ideas, their beliefs, their thoughts into my head. when they're done they sign their name. mark their seal of approval and move on to the next victim. forget what they've left behind. forget who they've altered. who they've changed forever. another one comes along. erases the marks that may remain. turns me back into a blank slate. now i'm nothing. no thoughts, opinions, nothing to look at, nothing thats interesting. some one else dangerously approaches, i shy away... afraid of whats to come, who i'll become next. but they're stronger. stronger than this frail sickly being who can't find her voice. not able to just screech ENOUGH. i've had it. i want my own mind. i don't want to be transparent. i don't want to be erased. rewritten until supposedly made perfect. but i am. i'm paper.

five hundred words to get there...

half the day is gone, he is determined to do this, this one last thing before he must go, leave this earth, leave her forever. he cant find the words to tell her, why he is leaving, the sadness he carrys on his heart. to her, he never seemed unhappy, those blue-berry eyes always staring at her, no matter what, the smile that could light up the darkest of nights. his last five hundred words, beating around the bush, trying to tell her everything running through his mind. "sorry baby girl", four hundred and counting. "tell me why", a raging waterfal of tears overwhelms her face. she blames herself, every mistake, every fight, three hundred and counting, two hundered. he leaves, she doesnt yet say good-bye, she cant bring herself to the horrible truth. his last words, "baby girl, i love you". driving to check on him, no one home, no one in sight, but she sees the car, oh that car, so many memories, late night rides, water gun fights. one more place to check, there he is. there he is. her knees hit the pavement like a hammer driving a nail. all she has left is the memories.

Letter

I watched as you walked away, the tears betrayed my mind. How did I ever fight you? You held my heart in the palm of your hand. I lost the battle, I let you claim me as yours. I knew I would never have your heart yet I gave mine freely. I made a mistake and paid for it. How did you win a battle that never even began? Why did I let you walk away? Why did I cry tears I knew wouldn't bring you back? Why do I write a letter you will never read? Why do I feel a flame re-kindling when you doused it? Why did I let you in, when I knew I would watch you walk away?

~My questions unanswered~

Reikan

Dont Scream, Emo Kid! or Don't Scream Emo Kid

Don't scream emo kid
about the words that just fell from your head that I was only try'n to talk about not toss em out and make you say I don't take constructive criticism well in public and I laughed and shivered inside cuz my words about your words made words come out of your mouth to stop me from changin your emotions and I never saw the internal commotion comin cuz I'm just the first responder to words versus emo kid collisions. I can't sew my thoughts to your words unless I have permission So this collision I leave alone as I leave alone and wander home and think about my collision with your beautiful fragility. I assumed (ass) you trusted me and maybe you (amazing) will and maybe your hair hangs in your face for a reason I ain't see'n and it's ironic how your wispy bangs make me blind and if emo means you feel and love and care and flush red with emotion then I am emo and I do scream and I scream to you and with you and at you and we all feel the feelings of the wheel at once and it's a rush to be alive.

Your words splashed on me

the Room

where everything thats anything is thrown out the window
where all thats left isnt whos who but who can express
where all our heartaches dont vanish but are announced
where the paper is our refuge and the pen (not pencil) is our sword
where we connect through our words not through our actions
where we try to change the lives of those sitting in rickety desks nearby
where we do change the lives of those nearby but never seem to notice
where we become humans
with tears
with anger
with stomach aching laughter
where we learn to kick a**

My Dearest Peaches,

I long to see your beatiful figure. Your eyes are but brightly colored planets in the darkness that is my heart. I crave you flowing locks of blonde bueaty more than ever now. My dreams are fantasies of us under the moonlite sky spending an eternity together. Oh peaches, my sweet peaches, when I bite into you I just want more. Your fuzzy exterior that makes me all warm inside. Juices flowing and tasting of pure exstasy in my mouth. So much it's hard to swallow, and not want another bite. My longing for you is making me crazy, come home to me my sweet daisy. Without you my soal is filled with dark coal. Please come back to me and light that candle, because the butterflies in my stomach are to much to handle. That taste gives me a tingle, even more than when we dress up and you call me Chris Cringle. Im enfatuated with your pits, and if you don't come home soon it will be tough to stop throwing these fits. At night as I lay awake I think about you and you orangish glow, waiting for you to come home so we can put on a show.

Yours Forever,
Chris Cringle

Quote of the Month
"You would think after 3 years they would have paper with them but no, no paper only visine."

I wish you could all see...

the smile on my face right now. I love all your writing. I'm inspired. All the thoughts that have settled in my head will soon make their way to paper...

simply life

Playing footsie with you. Seeing and smiling and giggling like a little girl. Poking and tickling and holding hands. Talking mushy and flirting like shy little fourth-graders, gazing into the sunset over mountains and green hillsides with purple flowers and yellow daisies. Beautiful flowing dresses and formal tuxes, dancing nights away and sleeping in til 12. Boyfriends and girlfriends and little kiddies telling you how you look. Asian food and stomach aches, the heat of all the bodies rising like the sun. Blue skies and yellow-red-orange leaves falling, drifting downwards, pulled by gravity and pushed by the wind. Barbeques and making apple crisps, Sunday dinners with ice cream and cookies. Piano movers and clang-clanging of the keys and the sing-song of a rhythmic melody. Free-style ballet dancers and nannies taking you to Coney Island a week before it opens. Little conversations of 3-year-olds that make you smile and amaze you because they're so smart. Cousins and brothers and sisters and camping in a not-so-camping atmosphere. Riding the rtd and going to baseball games with the best friends you never knew you had. Living life and loving yourself.