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I once knew this girl, dark hair, eyes blue. Never heard or even knew. The person within her, no clue. Her intentions ran deep, she'd break you down only for her own keep. She fell so far, so steep. She dresses up and goes to town. Seeking any boy that came around. Yet she was no friend that I could call mine. She'll always be alone walking that black line. Rapidly, realizing the taunting flaws within her. Blur, our friend ship away, because she taught no matter what I'd always stay.

Past

My sisters wise and witty. Close to one another. In age, innocence from growth of understand. Having demand. A control that keeps them going. Only knowing what they could have been not going the trail they should have made. Instead they settled with what came. Leaving, receiving, the life at which they never could have seen. Remembering us so young so green. Now our leaves began to change. Our leaves yellow turning to red. I remember our fights and when we slept in the same bed. They will always be in my memory. They can stay if they are happy where they lay. But as for me I will not stay. Left to make better of each day.

Model

Painted faces, covering up their freckles. Changing, shaping, resizing. Disguising them. Their complection douced and powdered. All a distraction. The eye fooled by  false attraction.

The man who stole my picture

 Thursday, May 27th. 3.54PM

Alone. Walking towards town were stores are born. Sun shinning beautifully, galore. My blouse so thin slapping against my skin. My feet tapping the side walk like rain against tin. I heard a mans voice from across the street. He spoke, walking towards me on his own two feet. Holding a camera in one hand, there I stand. Asking me if he could take a picture of me. I answered with "yes". I asked why he said you just caught my eye. Raising his camera to his face, I stood there. Behind me floating boats on water, a bright glare. The camera at a stair. After he received the image he walked over. Speaking, his voice almost sounding distant. He began showing me other photos that he had took. I look as he describes each one. I could tell the quantity and quality that he spend taking pictures. We spoke a good three minutes or so, then I said i had to go. He said it was nice meeting you and i said you to. No other reason to stay we both turned our backs and kept on our way.

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Not feelin green nor blue. Not caring or having any clue. Only living for just those few. Cherry, grape berries spread across wonder bread. Not wishin to be living or dead. Instead I walk the streets not running. To fast of a beat. Passing speeding cars all drunk from the nights bar. They stair, I glair keeping to myself. Certain things I can live without. Like people tightly packed to close to one another. Only needing your sisters or brother. All gifted by the young mother. Shivering spine, to many people lets go back in time. Like books and nursery rhymes. Trees were different, standing taller then you and I. Barefoot men engraving in sands. Now all wearing shiny leather shoes payed with our hands. Working away restless days, all for prints on paper. Poisoning our bays. But still I keep walking only listening not talking. Taking in all that we made. Day dreaming the day away.

Feelin Breezy

Fell asleep with the sun on my face, Woke up in this strange place. The trees leaves kissing at my feet. Wide eyed, I stood up toes seeping threw the dainty green moss, bushes bumpin beats. I thought to myself with a surprising realization that I was feelin a bit breezy. Its quiet easy to see, id never leave this place. I walked apone the trail of blue lace. The clouds above, whispering their song, telling me to come along and hit their bong. I took a whiff my feet no longer touching the ground so beautiful all around and began feelin a bit more breezy. So easy feelin so breezy. Not a bit down, I was sittin beside a man named Mr. Brown. He began telling me this dream he had. He picked me a strange flower from his garden. He said with a grin eat this. Each word clicked against his lips. He began to say, We were floatin down a rainbow bay. The fish beneath our boat came afloat and whispered in our ears that they to began to feel a bit breezy. We approached this spacious rig of land where there stood a large woman with large teeth and large crazy eyes. Mr. Brown and I began to laugh. With a grunt she wiped out a blunt. As breezy easy not so skeezy feelin Mr brown kissed his hands and reached out. I asked Mr. Brown if he could stay around, a smile grew and grew across his face with a quiet voice he said without a doubt. We floated down the river laughing. Never have I ever met this mysterious man. Our laughs so true, we couldn’t help ourselves but to laugh at such childish humor. I began to realize that I wasn’t feelin so breezy anymore and my feet began to feel the ground once more. I shouted “no no” this is all wrong. This man named confusion snuck threw my ear and filled my mind. Mr. Brown took my hand and said so kind. A women named calm crept passed me and snuck threw my other ear, i felt easied. He took my hand and we climbed out of the capsized wood that once held us up over the waters. As I glanced up I see 5 grasshoppers with top hats on with large wooden stringed interments. Each grasshopper looked so familiar to me. We laid across a stretched out petal and they began to pass around a pink colored flower. Mr. Brown and I bit into what tasted so sweet. The breezy feeling came back once again. The grasshoppers sang song as Mr. Brown I drifted back off to sleep.