Kids Of Summer (Unfinished)

Our days were spent as if there wasn’t a care in the world

And for a short while, there wasn’t.

The beach was our haven

And our rented summer house was a place where

If we imagined it,

It was attainable.

But that was the dream they sold us.

Come for a visit

And maybe even stay a while

The ocean’s out back

And every picture you post of the “good life” will make you the envy of your friends.

It’s the good life they said.

And it was the good life that we were searching for.

But that was the dream that they sold us,

And the dream?
The dream is what we wanted.

In The Mornings

In the mornings,

Right before the busyness of life begins,

Past lovers of the night hold hands.

They revel in the freedom of the brisk air,

And marvel at the sparkles in the sky.

They kiss passionately with the biggest stars watching them.

Time is slowed.

Breathing is heavy.

Love is real.

It is in the mornings,

Right before the busyness of life begins,

That I believe in Love the most

First Impressions

It was at the movies
on a day with no intentions that we met.
He was standing under the overcast with no pretenses,
Dressed with no one but himself in mind.
Inhaling the drag of his cigarette,
He was a God among men. 
And I was seeking redemption.
There was a pull between us.
The kind that you only see between star crossed lovers in the movies.
Lustful and intense.
Passionate and engaging
I was hooked.
Smiling non-chalantly in a world I thought wasnt anyones but my own.
He smiled back.
And for a moments time,
The jaded girl who was cynical about love
didn't exist.
Our eyes were locked and we could only see the versions of ourselves that hadn't yet been broken.
We were no longer spitting images of people our parents wanted to forget,
Instead,
we were the finishing touches of a maserpiece.
The last pieces to the puzzle.

Sunday Thoughts

Its on Sundays when I feel like a sinner the most.
I wake up a day late and a dollar short every time.
I wonder if God will forgive me?
Not because I repent, 
but because he knows my heart.
Its always the heart that seems to give us all away.
I never thought my carefree living
would be fueled by my running from guilty past transgressions.
I need God to know me.
Not just the gory parts.
I need him to know the girl that my mother didn't have to pray for.  
Is that even possible?     

New York

They call her grand.
Her beauty alone causes the success and failure of millions.
Her beauty...
Is as dangerous as it is appealing.
But the fear of rejection stops no one from attempting her.
Everyone thinks they are a winner,
And she?... well she never says otherwise.
She craves the love and affection given to her.
And love her they do.
Unable to help themselves,
Infected with an obsession that even they themselves cannot explain.
They crave the place they call Newyork.
They want to possess her,
But me?..
I simply want to call her home.

The Ambitious Ones

This hotel room isn't big enough for us all.
The weight from each of our hopes and fears is almost suffocating.
The question is who will be the first of us to succumb to the pressure?
Eyes filled with envy smile around our circle.
Were each failures in our own right,
but will go to our graves before admitting it.
This hotel room isn't big enough for us all.
And yet the question still remains,
Who among us will be the first to persevere? 

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Ive been listening to that music again.
The songs that comfort me, but that also remind me  of my broken world.
The lyrics are so beautiful,
even as they break my heart silently.
I wish I was stronger sometimes...
I tell myself that its better to be reminded of loss, than to hear the echo of my distraught heart.
It's cries are so agonizing at times.
I soo wish I could compel myself to forget.
But even I know the pain is a reminder that once in my life,
I had a place to call home.

Reflection

They call her beautiful.
The girl with the crooked smile and one dimple on her left cheek.
They say when she smiles, it's as if the sun rises higher in the sky.
They call her beautiful.
The girl with the crooked smile,the one dimple in her left cheek and the chipped black nail polish wearing on her fingers.
They say that when she smiles,
It's as if all is right in the world.
They call her beautiful.
The girl who smiles with her eyes,
And who hides the broken pieces of her heart in the glossed over creases of her lips.
The weight of her world cements her feet,
Dragging her slowly through her ,"I'm okay"s and "everything's alright."
They call her beautiful.
...And sometimes, just sometimes
I believe she is too.

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I want to meet my lover in between the lines of a poem and a fairy tale,
That way no matter where the stanzas takes us,
We'll know for sure that we'll have a happy ending.
Prince Charming  meets princess,
Princess meets Prince Charming ,
Love ensues.
And the journey of Ever After will begin replaying itself, 
So that each time our journey creeps close to our end we'll remember 
The moments of first kisses,
Warm embraces,
And the ever genuine I love you's.
The real stuff that you only read about as a kid,
At the ages where insecurities have yet to set in.
And when a boy liked a girl,
It was even if she was wearing pig tails and overalls.
Innocent.
Real even.

Love

I’ve never had the pleasure of being in love.

Not because I won’t open myself up to the idea or even because I am picky.

The men simply don’t go for me.

It seems as if my type isn’t appealing to one’s eye.

I’ve been lucky to have years filled with travel.

To see places that explorers only write in their journals of.

And yet still,

I’ve never had the pleasure of being in love

Oh what I would give to be the center of someone’s attention

To have someone think of me just as much as I think of them

To be held in the arms of a lover after our bodies have exhausted themselves.

To simply be in love

Oh I can only imagine.

Honesty

…And honestly,

I checked out of this conversation the moment our eyes met.

This whole two strangers, randomly having an awesome conversation in a popular cafe, is too much like the movies.

And I?,

Well I’ve seen my fair share to know that they are for entertainment purposes only.

But I want you to know,

That if I wasn’t my overly  pessimistic, skeptic, broken hearted self,

That I would let you love me.

                                               

Moments In Between

For a moments time,

The breaking can’t be heard.

The hurried breaths of panic are hushed with a waves of serenity,

And for a moment…..tranquility overwhelms.

Myths of night having a dawn prove true,

And suffering has its reasons.

Warmth heats the face with tears traveled across them,

And the silence of it all is no longer deafening.

For a moments time,

Serenity exist