The four seasons

Flowers blooming everywhere,
Loose flowing clothes,
Busy buzzing bees,
Fresh fruit smoothies,
Family bike rides,
Soft newly cut grass,
SPRING

Golden tan skin,
My long hair pulled back into a pony tail,
Being outside with my friends,
Drinking ice cold lemonade,
The smell of flowers around me,
Sand beneath my toes,
SUMMER

For ever changing colors,
Scarf pulled tight around me,
Leaves slowly swirling down to the ground,
Warm comforting tea,
Red, Yellow, Orange, Brown and Green,
Jumping through piles of leaves,
AUTUMN

Rosey cheeks,
My hat pulled just above my eyes,
Snowflakes stuck to my eyelashes,
Watery hot chocolate sliding down my throat,
Snow crunching under my feet,
Mistletoe ahead,
WINTER

Forgetting

 Confused, Worried, Anxious. 

 Have I ruined it all, with my curiosity?

They do say, "Curiosity killed the cat, Satisfaction brought it back."

 Well, what is the satisfaction in my case? It hasn't made me any happier.

 Just made my life more awkward than it already is.

 I have never been really smart in that area, but I guess I have known all along.

A thought in the back of my mind that I pushed away.

Wondering, Again. Stopping, thinking, Again.

Not sure, feeling stupid, reckless.

 It's all wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

This isn't how it's supposed to be.

 It's not like the books at all,

then again, true love and happy endings only happen in fairytales.

Thinking, Stopping, Going to bed, Sleeping, Dreaming.

Forgetting.

Sanctuary

The library is a place of Stories
The library is a place of Knowledge
The library is a place of Dreams
The library is a place of Sleep
The library is a place of Rebellion
The library is a place of Hope
The library is a place of Sanctuary

The Ocean's eyes

I sit from afar watching the boy with the blue eyes.
The eyes the color of the sky.
The eyes that remind me of the tossing and turning sea.
The eyes that hide deep, dark secrets in the depths of those captivating blue eyes.
The eyes that now bore into mine, holding my gaze.
Those sad, sad blue eyes of a boy.

Blue Flame

It seemed harmless at first.
Soft,
         wet
                flakes
                          floating
                                      down
                              onto
                    your
          head.
A blizzard of white wonder.
It hyptnotizes us into joy, but really it should've been fear.
Fear of what to come. What was next.
The emotions that accompany us in the end.
The riots.
The famine.
The cold.
Our lives going up in flames but not fire
ice
icy tendrils of snow that wrap itself around our world.
Freezing everything in it's frigid grip.
What used to be a winter wonderland, now a winter battle scene.
The normally soft, white snow now grey and spattered with old blood.
Power outages.
Car crashes.
Death.
Everything is all over.
The world coming to an end.
Everything you once knew, frozen over in a new age.
Snow is masked with sweet innocence but really it is deadlier than a flame.