Some Time Ago

I gurgled up sand
wearing bare skin,
making high castles
and stirring crunchy
shakes.
I rolled around hoping
my mother
would not tell me to wash my hair.
I hopped on the cold water,
feeling my sugar rush
slither down my spine.
I liked my sand box.

Just Everything

I have everything

and the sweet smell of rain

blooming in the distance.

A fairy tale.

My eyes see the steaming pie

just as my toes feel

it.

I have my silly

old laugh,

my foolish smile.

Everything.

I have love for parents,

brother, and fish.

I have hopes of growing up.

Being a detective.

My summer birthday 

just waiting to get a birthday pencil.

I have my lucky freckle and my hairy finger.

My favorite color orange.

Everything.

Just everything.

Widows Branch

And if I can't
run I will skip to the hills
rushing the horror away
opening the door of the
widows branch

What a Nice Sound

The sounds of a gust of wind shoving a crisp umbrella to the mountain tops. 

The sound of a chanting drum clouded over a desert of stone. 

A waving submarine framing in the purple sky. 

The sounds of wide eyed faces staring at you from behind the darkness. 

A shield sleeve rocket blasting into a bright golden night. 

The sound of a loop of rowdy leaves swirling in a tremble. 

Glittering waterfalls rippling into the shine below. 

The sound of a flakey match rubbing against the salty sand of fire. 

What a nice sound.

Back to the Beginning

You must fan the flame

cracked and crimped,

reach for the thousands

of waxy thoughts in your head.

Know that there is nothing

to fear.

Follow the bright path above,

wait until you get spidered

tightly once again.

Don't stop and look

at the man in his car

or the suns high fever,

remember laughing.

Watch the thread

of rain fly though your hands.

Cracks formed,

your hope of an end was fading.

One quick step and you drifted

down, down, down, and landed

in the exact flavor of the beginning.