Leaving

 *Fill Up my Heart with 

                                          ancient TIMES   and   

                  Lost   goodbyes,

                                    *Please wait on my reminiscent sorrow. 

*Dont Forget 

            to grab your bags,                          

                                                 put out  OUR TRASH 

                         & call a cab-

Cause the morning's but a night away, Love;

                                                     *And tomorrow's gonna come too soon. 

                                                                                     

Perfectly Undescribed

Ink Prints LEFT UPON MY HEART-

             Please   COME   ERASE these Burnt out memories. 

*And don't forget to wake me in the morning. 

Autobiography

My name is Beautiful. 

I come from believers in ancient star gazing. 

I love to pretend. 

Souls are always worth dying for, and make believe is my reality. 

Sometimes I break in midnights relived. 

The comfort comes knowing the crying stops with the rise of the morning sun. 

Light has power not only in sunshine, and smiles brighten eyes to my core. 

But despite all things left unsaid, I know truth lies in uncertainty. 

And though I'm bound to my convictions-

Still your name is *Beautiful. 

Summertime Realizations

Summertime has never traveled so fast as in the sticky Southern air. Anxiety begins to haunt me as the end draws nearer, reaching into the back of my mind, whispering lies of perpetual doubt. Who will I be when our time runs out?

Summer is the real me. The cold long winters bring confusion of souls, and I lose all sense of myself in the frigid months of darkness. But as warmth lingers in the background- as heat finds its place again- I wave hello to the girl I know so well and we embrace with surrender and find our place. And I smile with radiant life: For I've found myself again. 

So as the cool months loom in the crevices of Summer, I find myself wondering... Who will I be this side of the seasons? Can this time be different? Will I somehow manage to keep hold of my summer self, despite the grasp of winter's tightening fist? 

And what about you... 

-oh, you... 

Will I see your face again? 'Cause I'm awful scared when it comes to this matter of Faith. For if I'm only honest, that's what truly makes me myself: *my identity in you. 

Yes, sad as it may be... 

But for now I must not worry... Even though it's all a loser's game as I wait on this porch basking in July's unhealthy sun- Still savoring each and every day.