I love waking up to this. #cuse #sky #nofilter
And there I found myself, under a purple and black sky and milky stars. And there you were in your jean jacket, smiling at me and poppin’ Fruit Loops, like you needed any more color in your system.
Those loops might possibly be your fuel; no one can be that upbeat all the time. But I admire your smiles and the twinkle in your eyes…especially when they’re pointed toward my direction, like they were that night when we drove across town to nowhere in general.
We ended up at the grocery store, and I was totally fine with this strange destination for a date. We walked in with two inches of air between us, and I felt a sudden electricity when your knuckles grazed the topmost of my skin. I looked at you. You began to run. And I caught glimpses of your dimples and smile as we chased each other down aisles 4,3,2,1, bakery. I found you in front of the cereal stands, eyeing those colorful treats you adore so much. You held the box up with one hand, and held my waist with the other.
And I swallowed down a squeal, forcing down my inner teenage girl before it said something to embarrass me. I don’t think you noticed the challenge brawling within me, but its outcome resulted in a blush to my cheeks and an involuntary smile. The back of my eyes flashed, “OMG” white hot in my mind, burning you and thoughts of you into the inner walls of my head.
And so we spent that night lying on the hood of your car, munching on our cereal and staring but not looking at the mystic tapestry above us. We watched the sky turn purple to blue to black, and I felt your fingers lace through one finger, to two, until your whole hand cradled mine.
Feedback would be nice! I still need to think of a title.
Day Seven: A Photo That Makes Me Happy
This photo was taken at one of my favorite places and with my favorite people. It was the best birthday weekend ever!
Last summer was the best summer of my life.
Like the rays of the Sun.
Like the sky.
As you look
And you’re floating,
i think i wrote this about the person who sat next to me in Creative Writing at the time. i barely knew him. i kinda just stole his features and spit words out after writing them down. not bad for something written about someone i don’t know.
maybe that’s why i forgot about this one.
the feel of this poem kinda loses its magic now that i told you the unremarkable meaning behind it, huh? i guess you can pretend it’s about someone you know, if you want to. =]
maybe someday i’ll hand this to him, let him know that his features inspired me to write something down. i write poems about people who are lucky enough to inspire me. they don’t know that i’ve stringed a few phrases together about them. maybe one day i’ll give them the piece of my mind and heart that is about them.