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Random Thoughts II
I wonder what I'm going to write here, what it'll turn into. It's strange just writing from my mind but I seem to be doing it. It's so dark outside now, and it gets dark so early. I still miss summer. I miss camp and everyone from there. -
midsummer light
we were wearing flannels even in the heat of summer
the sun baking on our backs but we didn't care
as long as we were together
white converse--
mine high tops
yours not--
next to each other
fingers entertwined. -
Autumn in New England
crisp morning air
as i wait for the bus
shivering under layers of fleece
first frost on grass.
trees whizzing by
in their brilliant
orange yellow green
a canopy of bright colors
waving in the wind.
apple pies -
THIS IS WHAT I PLAN TO DO
i stare at the sky in its pinks purples blues
i twirl my hair and i laugh like you do
but i'm still all alone, in the safety of my room
nobody knows what i plan to do.
i unleash a smile that's hid for so long -
i wrote a song about you
I wrote a song about you, and I thought I'd always feel the way I did when I wrote that song.
But now I don't, and it's just...strange.
You didn't do anyhting to me. You're still the same person you always were. -
Blue Eyes Chapter 1
Note: This is a near-future sci-fi/dystopian novel I am writing called Blue Eyes. I decided to share the first chapter, hope you like it!
Emma
Loves
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second thoughts
The more you became a memory, the more I'd fall in love.
I still remember that night.
But I remember before, even more. I dreamed of you at night
I wrapped myself in your arms by day.
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reflecting,
you want it all, until you have it all
and then you just want to run away.
and i did. i broke my own heart.
i had him wrapped around my finger,
sidelong glances across the candlelit room
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And my home
It's too hot
and it's too humid
and I'm awake too early
and I miss my home
My bunk bed is lopsided
and we let mosquitoes into the cabin
and the showers are dirty
and my socks are wet
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I should have told him I loved him
I should have told him I loved him, just a little sooner. I know I planned every word, the night before. Pacing my room in my prettiest dress, streamers in my red hair. He has always made me lose my breath, by simply living.
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Cigarette Daydreams
We were driving along the California coastline. I could feel the wheels of your red convertible twirling below us. The familiar motion was soothing. Song like. I was in the driver’s seat.
