Children of Summer

Driving with my windows down,
music pulsing through my interior.
Hot leather seats that burn unbearably
as the sun blazes through the roof.
As the wind rushes through my hair,
I know I'm never coming back,
never coming back to this place, this moment.

Tiptoe through the lazy blades of green,
barefoot and care-free,
children of the summer day.

The bells of the nearby schools are silent.
The halls, like the desert,
call for the liberated souls of the season.
Old Ms. Black goes home till August
and drinks herself to sleep.
The days are long and she is alone,
she's never coming back, no, not this time.

Forget your sorrows in the white clouds,
tank-top laden teens,
children of the summer day.

Neighborhood cookout smoke in the sky,
family reunions and
the renewal of parents and child.
Hiding in the bathroom as the sirens blare.
Mother, daughter, father, son
hold on tight as the summer winds
find a house to tend to, hold on.

Trickle down storms on our eternity,
fearless as one,
children of the summer day.

Lovers dazzled in the sunrise ribbons,
full of early morning ecstasy,
find each other in the meadow.
Invincible in the light,
infected by the lips of each other.
Her hair in his face, as he holds tight.
His whispers in her ear, as she inhales.

Untouchable in youth
armored in love,
children of the summer day.

Summer Approaches

So i think for the next 4 years of my life I am going to only buy clothes from thrift stores, wal-mart, and target.

I guess that is kind of random, but I am tired of spending ridiculous amounts of money on clothes I don't even wear.

I really haven't posted lately due to the lack of anything interesting to post.

All That You Build, All That You Break

I sit here and ponder my 18 years. A child held by his parents hands, a boy with no identity. I laugh at some memories and cry at other, tearing my past into an amalgamation of tragedy and comedy.
It is May now. The sun is out and the grass is green again. In the distance I can hear the last school bell ring. I wait. The time is coming to say goodbye to the comfort of the familiar. Is that farewell so bad I wonder. Only in recent weeks have I understood what it means to be ready to say good-bye.
We have changed, all of us have. We will always know each other, but these friendships fade. I am ready to step beyond the threshold into new relationships, ready to know others. We will always have our history, but the future is what comes to sweep us away to new trails.
Perhaps I am early in writing this, but this is my farewell to high school, to childhood, to the familiar, to the stagnant, to chains, to regret.
Farewell.
Hello newness.