this is in my manuscript

Be Satisfied

An acrylic painted dream I had,
One all saturated in blue,
To the point my mouth watered.
I saw myself the other day,
But I just kept walking the other way.
Maybe if it was yellow.
If I keep falling out of trees
The sky will keep getting farther
and all the colors will run together
and Holi won’t seem so holy anymore.

“The glass separates us”
is the common excuse
“but you no longer care I suppose”,
that one is all mine.
The hacksaw helps me play the blues,
And the rotting peaches keep me awake,
So the blue dreams won’t turn green anytime soon.

When everything dries I’ll walk across the water
with absolute faith that I won’t drown.

this is probably going in my manuscript. also, been thinking a lot about why the weather sucks, i think i have actually settled on the excuse that im too picky. yep.

A Step Forward is a Step Sideways

If our green eyes were stones cast

like a gypsies trail across the united states

or a red hot humanitarian summer.

The beach of entrailed needles

a porcupine in brail for the romantics,

whoever they may be nowadays

If you even think it’s possible.

Cliffs like unleavened bread

scraping their teeth against the water

with a sharks hunger at the sight of blood.

The maps of green pastures decoupaged

To the inner workings of a new life on mars.

Reach out to the red sky for the first time

our hands were braided.

im not sure about the ending yet, seems awkward. i may end up doing something with it. may not.

Es Muss Sein

Theres too much movement
and the wetness goes to my knees
there will be no rainbows
so the floods aren't as beautiful.
All the talk goes unnoticed,
your teeth are unique.
The blur in my eye
means I'm surrounded by ghosts,
at least its not lonely.
There's a voice that says we'll catch fire
but you'll never be ready
and time is only infinite.
Muss es sein?

ive been trying to write, but ive also been sleeping a lot. which is a good thing. i sort of have a lot of work to do within the next week, seeing as how i need to do a writing conference next week, so i need about 9 more poems so i dont know how all of that is going to work. i fell asleep in a class today, but i think i got away with it. right before i fell asleep i wrote 3 lines.

I remember when the world was small
the sun was a mediocre chandalier
and we covered ourselves in blankets of grass.

wishful thinking i suppose. im going to try to develope this more thoroughly. also, i dont think i can wear a seat belt right now, problematic? yes.

p.s. girls have cooties, big time.