Monday sweats.

Title: Mimosa

You seem so much older than me,  yet you look 26

You have studied arts, and animal science,

Yet you are very kind. I don’t know how long that will last,

I get nervous and say silly things,

how I react around some, and feel so comfortable around others,

lets just call this practice, and see where it leads,

I know you are good for me, I hope we get along, and bond

Title: Ankle  pains

Homework straight after school, Work to be done,

I know I have to do it, but I just want to shower and lie in my bed for fun,

It will be good for me, and I feel I know it too,

But right now my energies are low, and my heart is beating slow,

I am angry at my desk, chair, hands and ankles, they all annoy me, my tired mind.

Siesta maybe?

Title: lyrics

This track is not broken enough for me,

I revel in the pain of a heavy heart,

is this sick, is this wallowing? Is this bad for my health?

I don’t care, I want more, I want to feel the sadness fill me, and spread,

A pain in my chest to match my head,

Sit alone with my thoughts, and when it ends,

Press repeat.

Title: summer sitting

Hidden curl,  a secrete I find in you,

Running my fingers through you hair, eyes alive, stare,

Lyrics in the background, garden contrast with your hair,

Freckles on your chest, Its these moments with you I like best,

Title:Pain in my chest

Scared with my blue heart, heavy stone,

Tear out all the vessels and ropes that hold it up,

Let it fall, the pain hurts more than I can say,

Afternoon swim

Sunlight bright on the water, so bright, breath it in, warm swim, bikinis, Take a dip within. image source: http://www.itsyourbody.net/images/relaxswim.jpg

Monday morning rant

I like to do my morning rant, get it all out of my system. shake it off, as swifty would say. and then I can think clearly about the people I love and our connections that we make. and truly get poetic with the finer details of life. I apologies now, if some of it doesn’t make scene. but this is my blog, and I shall rant, however I feel.

so with this sunny day, i shall see friends, get some homework done, join my study group for lunch, as they are always studying. and it helps me study in a healthy positive way. there are so many faces, smiling at me today. it makes me happy that I can be a part of their lives, and them a part of mine. from this rant, story, maybe I will get a [poem]. but for now i shall right with no intention at all, casting out grammar, ans spelling, to not stop the flow, of words from me, onto the page. the faster it pores the better it shall be. i keep telling myself that, what else shall it be? birds are chirping, i can here them sing. its a song for me, I will here it again. 

love rant poem

I want for more, and I want it from you. love is on a slope, always going uphill, or downhill. never standing still I was eating strawberries, when you noticing me with a genital wave, you fluttered on over, you …

Love rant.

You are attractive, like a drug to me. I can walk away… just not today. its the start of something. not sure what but its the start of something between me and you and i would like to watch it grow, see where it takes us. i don’t know where and i don’t know how. but i can feel it in me and i can see it in you.

Things have already started, and on a path now. this path on a slope. maybe uphill, maybe downhill, depending on how you look at it. I want for more, and I want it from you. The day moves on without us both, me at the desk and you in the garden. straightening tables, fixing the room, I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to be with people, other than you. love is on a slope, always going uphill, or downhill. never standing still.

It’s not where we started but maybe where we end. In a warm sunny day sitting on a gardens edge. I was eating strawberries, when you noticed me. with a genital wave, you fluttered on over, you strung together with bits of cloth, and hair ties. tired eyes, but happy to be there, those eyes on me. I offer you a strawberry, I say its from coles. the fruit is sweet, and has been in my bag. but now on break, the sun in the sky. we talk and chatter about things we love. I think that’s what I like most about you, your love, for things I love. 

Your hair all tied up, fair and wanting to escape your hair tie. not thick like mine. This moment may be awkward, but I am already cherishing it. the sun in my eyes, the sun on you.

Later that same week i’d pass you on my run, me sweating in the sun. Ten kilometers, fun to run. Our eyes meet, but I can not stop, my blood pumping as fast as my breath. You are at a table in your yard, as pretty today, as the day we met. But this moment now like the one before, I don’t want to disturb in, not even for more.