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summer air...

the air surrounding her was a mixture of barbequed air, warm breeze and salt water. and a thousand blinking glowing bugs. fireflies. and that feeling she got jumped like electricity, moved her lips to smile and made her heart engulfed with flames. she was a lucky soul. it had happened before. it was summer.

I figured out my goal in life

in an old house,
in the comfort of new jersey,
i set my goals.
i would live in a house that was once white,
now weathered into different shades of ivory.
like old piano keys.
and green painted ivy would climb up the cricketty wrap around porch.
i will be swinging on the porch hammock,
watching the buterfliews dance.
and the wind will tickle my eyelashes.
at night,
when the stars come out,
my nails painted a shade of orange,
i will move my hands quickly,
and it will look as if they are surrounded by fireflies...

Poetic Thoughts

i want to believe in life
as if there was meaning
to why stars exist
and fireflies give us light
and country roads give us silence

why friends make us laugh
and catch our tears

why family is our rock
holding our breaking
and fragile partrs togeether

i hope it is not to live in longing

We never had the chance to meet
the beloved love
however long we are meant to live
i hope it is not to live in longing
we live for the promise of heaven
we live for the promise of love
we live for the promise of money
if we didnt
we could live for the promise of living
we could unravel
and the questions of ideals would dissapear into the sunset
with all the questions i ask myself
of life, faith, and the importance of money
they might call me a dreamer, if i wasnt this drunk.

how many hearts does it take ....