Feels like Fall
Feels like Fall
At this point, I’d be totally fine with reducing all of my possessions (not much to begin with) down to strictly literature. Keeping myself fed, physically active, and mentally engaged. What more does a person really need? I’m down with this.
Girly or tomboy?
Somewhere in the middle?
Sooner or later,
I’ll find a greater riddle.
You see, what I need is
a way to say my style.
Is it punk?
Is it cute?
Is it pale
(not) like a newt?
I wanna be better than better,
even greater than “the realest”.
What color does your mood read?
‘Cause I’m tha color “illest”………….
they last a while.
Tough to beat,
but worth the trial.
Memories, they crack a smile.
“I wanna fluff you,
bunny young thing!
I wanna luff you,
peter cotton tail!”
Let’s run away from it all; venture unto vastness.
Sail to a deserted island and weather the unforgiving winds.
Lounge amid the forest alongside colorful wildlife.
“Reconnect” with our primal foundations as we feast on this sacred meal.
Bathe in lukewarm streams as they cascade from right above our heads.
Lie down to rest upon giant leaves; sweltering humidity for covers.
Forget what it’s like to be human; remember what it’s like to be alive.
I’ve long been a fan of historical fiction. I believe what captivates me most is the fact that it might have happened, though it is presented as any ‘ole tale. Many remark that we should learn from the past in order to compose a greater future, but I believe the past is best left just there. The knowledge that humans have gained in modern times is going to propel the world to great heights, just as the mindset of yesteryear was valuable to that time period, and I believe that is a beautiful thing. The more we take the time to seek the unique qualities found within old history (both the good and the bad), the more knowledge we gain.
Both the Middle Ages and early American history interest me more than any other period in time. Think about it. These were times that lay claim to unmatched progression and devastation, all in one. Society wasn’t nearly as cut-and-dry as it is today, and in a way, I wish I could experience that kind of existence (if even only for one day). Can you imagine the sheer amount of novel-worthy situations that may have arisen then? So much wonder…….so much mystery. We are only human.
A dinner with some friends.
Another day at the corner.
This is how her full week ends.
The crowd whispers, “could he be any shorter?”
A thickened figure incites chatter.
Stringy man, powerful spirit.
Being an intern was all that mattered.
His message, everyone wants to hear it.
A girl of six-foot-five.
A guy of five-foot-three.
In her step, no jive.
His everyday, ventriloquy.
Wet eyes lie down for bed.
The day’s closed for entertaining.
In her dreams, she’d wish she was dead.
In fan base, he was gaining.
The weekend has arrived as she strolls near his spot.
Another show is put on, but his eye catches a sight.
She walks right past him, her eyes, bloodshot.
He makes a quick dash; it was worth putting up a fight.
Feeling a tug at her arm, she decides to look down.
He looks up at her face after having run a mile.
First a trick, then a flash, and there’s no longer a frown!
A farewell tug to her hand, “you have a beautiful smile.”
Otherwise known as busking, putting forth an effort in order to keep passerby entertained has become a respected art around the world. Many have made use of their talents as a means of earning money for various reasons. If you have the flow, why not go? Give it a try! Stability is never guaranteed to drop by, but spontaneity will never go out of style (it can’t).