old poetry, OH NOETRY!

Ahem.
And now, poetry that I wrote whilst I was younger.
Just before 18?
This will be a short series, mainly to kick my own butt into writing again.
I will just post just one or two for now.

#1
The Stars Will Blush!
i want to run into your arms and tumble,
legs entwined,
to the ground.
i want to roll around in your arms and kiss you
while the stars blush and huddle closer together.
you crumbled my fortress with a smile.
the little things you do
speak louder than you will ever need to.
i didn't remember that i could feel this way.

#2
! i am Youth !
i have nothing to be sad about.
i have two strong legs to carry me
and two strong arms to lift me
i have a voice to sing with
and eyes to take everything in.
i want to take everything in.
i am young and innocent,
at least for a moment
and i will keep myself busy
with learning and loving -
maybe not another
but myself,
and all that i can do
with this world
that is mine for the embracing.

 -end-

hmm. I wrote the former at aroung 18, and the latter at the tender age of 16. Sometimes when I read old poetry of mine, I forget who wrote it. 

OH.


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goodnight, moon

when i was younger, i used to love the sound of cars driving by.
my best friend back then lived near an overpass and on the beach at the same time.
sleepovers at her house were heavenly.
we would sleep in the living room upstairs with the doors to the deck open.
she always let me borrow a sleeping bag.
i hated the sound of rain unless it was storming.

now, it is raining on my own roof.
come Spring the frogs start up in mad, orchestrated earnest
but Summer belongs to the crickets
and Winter to silence -
but now it is Autumn
and it belongs to the rain.

...but the night belongs to me!!