Finally Finished

What a year! but now
The thoughts are coming choppy
I will find them soon

Summer

The sun rises and sets
Several times I feel
Alone in a vast space
My dreams are barren and
Empty
Crying out for someone to find me
In waking hours
I study and
Feel like the Sandman
Has visited me once too often
Sprinkling grit into my eyes
Making my shoulders droop
When they should not
I wish it were over
Wish I could sit down and write
Letting the loneliness go along
With the steady stream of papers and
Memorization
How ready I am for
A summer of no regrets
To sing and dance on the cool grasses
And gaze up at the sky

Summer at Last

Finally it feels
As though the sun has kissed the
Tiny blades of grass

The Weekend Before

The calm before the
Storm. I feel serene, nothing
Can worry me now

What of the Umbrella?

How does the umbrella feel?
With the cold raining spattering across
It's colorful chords?
Is the umbrella angry
That is being so taken advantage of?

Tea

Self esteem dips and
Rises. Heating up like tea
Then cooling quickly

Awful

Terrible
Someone else's words
Horrible
Physical discomfort
No good
Stress, stress, stress
Very bad
Everything going wrong
It truly is
Terrible horrible no good very bad day

You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello

I hate partings
I really do
Where your eyes mist over and you smile
Like there is nothing the matter in the world
Everybody is smiling
Smiling as tears run down their faces
You laugh with the rest
But inside you are breaking
Just a little bit
So are they
So is everyone

The room is laughing
at a joke someone made
Putting a hasty patch on the farewell
Just one more line
One more night
Together

The future is bright
For everyone
But standing in the middle of the road
You want to look back desperately
Instead of forwards
Safe in the life you have
You laugh
We laugh

I hate partings
Hate the tearful hugs and
Sentimental speeches
One less second until you are gone
But what are you supposed to do?
When one fabric is torn apart
Leaving you to slap on
Quick stitches in
its place.

Water Project

the fleeting drips of water
cascade down
camera clicks
liquid rushes
then, all of a sudden
over
tray soggy
lens covered in droplets
has the shot come out?
to the computer to upload
but only after this has been repeated
many many times
lucky to get one right

Test

big test tomorrow
hours spent studying can
never prepare me

False Hope

We had so much hope
That day of tank tops and sun
Now it is cloudy

Busy Bees

the bees buzz loudly as
                       a noisy fan in the dead of night in
        a room of the sleeping. humid and dense
they roam from flower to flower
        sometimes

frantic, a quick  burst of energy 

taken by surprise

spiraling figure eights

then back again, another flower, 

humming along the ground

circling in the sky

never really slowing down

legs collecting pollen

in puffs of yellow

                    never a dull moment

surrounded by friends

       singing to themselves

a drone of work done and work

                not yet accomplished 

The Dandelions

The dandelions float around

In the summer breeze

Their tentacles of white tremble

They dance here with ease

On every morning in the dew

The dandelion sees

The sun come up from over hill

And over giant trees

Then opens wide its yellow fronds

To attract friendly bees

And sit in sun and warmth today

Oh, what lives are these!

More

What I wouldn't give
For just a peek of sunshine
Rain. More rain. More rain.

It takes rock bottom

It takes rock bottom
To see the sky
Only when you have truly reached
The depths can you look upward
And only upward
Towards the clouds and the deep azure
It takes crying and screaming
Tearing your hair out
Or silently hating yourself
It takes weakness
True weakness
To find strength
It takes a week of rain
To see sunshine
Seven days of being inside
Listless and upset
Countless puddles and cars
That splash you as you come outside
Rain doesn't last forever
The clouds will move past
And you will find the sun
It takes rock bottom
To see the sky

Tempers

Rainy day tempers
Run high as the charcoal clouds
Drifting 'cross the sky

Ball Game

Take me out

To the ball game

Crowds of people

Buying food

Franks and fries

Shadows and sunlight

I snap pictures

Players run onto the field

Boring, boring, boring

Seriously, it's a pastime

Not a sport

The man next to me

Takes up one seat

And a half

The air is crisp

Downright cold in the shade

Yelling

Jumping up and

Doing the wave

Fun
Sporadically
Good pictures
If nothing else
Constant drone of noise
French fries
Not a day
Wasted
But I would love
To have been watching
Soccer

Friends

Seeing friends again

Watching, laughing

Catching up

Speaking as if

No time has gone by

Between

Long absences seem short

When we are together

Julius Caesar

Friends

Romans

Countrymen

Blood falls to the ground

Quietly, no man hears

The sounds of knives

No honorable man lives

Without remorse

No man sees treachery as good

Or evil

Simply the ways of Rome

To bathe hands in bloody fountains

Impassion masses

Against one they loved

With open arms

To come from war

A hero

And to be slain

Ambition?

Or simply human nature

To rise against the powerful

Inspire the weak

Plot in nights

Of thunder and minds

Not quite decided

No man believes

The soothsayer

The one who was right

In the end

End?

The bloody spiral continues

Downward

Even when the last man runs

Into his sword

There is another to take his place

In the eyes and hearts of Rome

And so it was with Caesar.

Rainy Today

Freezing droplets

Scattered on the roof

Even rain boots don't cheer me up

Today