summer

I went back to school today
To drop off my English homework
The halls were waxed
And everything smelled like paint
Chairs and desks and computers
Were stacked in front of lockers
Walking past the offices
Social Studies
Language
English
Science
Math
Which should've been familiar
But they were all so empty
It was like walking around town
On Christmas with my best friend
Everything was the same as always
But just empty
No music blasting in the English wing
No absurd laughing from the Language office
No Social Studies teachers yelling down the hall
No Science teachers wheeling things around
No Math teachers eating cake
The English ladies aren't clique-ing down the halls
As they gossip to each other
The Math and Social Studies coaches
Aren't bickering with each other
The Language teachers aren't
Bidding everyone they meet "Good morning"
It's just an lifeless pit of despair
And I realize
I don't miss the students
I miss the teachers

I've finally completed part of my AP English homework. Now, only two books to read and summarize!

Why don't I feel happier? Ha ha.

hi =D
i'm super bad at blogs but here i go:
this summer i have gone from watching every episode i could find of the 1960's television show the Monkees to watching every episode i can find of That 70's Show. (Both on youtube.) i've been trying to read a book every few days, but that slowed down a bit when i started reading Lord of The Flies. the print was so small, it took me a week to finish it. i hear we read that in high school, so i've got my start with the annoying-teachers-by-reading-the-books-we-are-already-going-to-have-to-read thing and i haven't even started seventh grade yet ( the summer will be over to soon anyway). i'm working on Romeo and Juliet, but i have to read a book of poems every time i want to start reading that just so i pick up a little of the way they talk so i'm not very far yet. Other than reading, i've been listening to music, and running or playing basketball. i shuld exercise more but i'm too lazy!! that pretty much wraps up my humdrum summer!

Have you ever sat out on a sunny day,
and seen it pour?
Marvelous.
A fascination of nature.
We don't always notice,
Don't always see the glory of it in front of us.
Rainbows stretch from one corner of the earth to the other.
Glistening,
Dripping with rich color.
A flower ripened by sun and rain.
And yet people are still blind,
Unable to see the magic pulsing around them.
The grass electric green,
The sun honey gold,
The water silky sapphire.
Nature full of life.

Sitting
In front
Of the television

It's 10:55 at night
And I'm crying
Like a baby

Watching
America's Got Talent
And all these people
Work so hard
Trying to be the best

They've gone through
So much
And they're
So great

It makes me weep

Everything in the kitchen
Pitch black
Except for the small
4 foot cone
Feeding off the TV screen

The colors from
The screen
Light up my tears
Make them visable

On my cheeks
On my eyelashes
On my arms

They're everywhere

I just sit
And cry
And smile
And feel happy

I've come to the conclusion
That

I'm human

We're having fun
Trying accents
Laughing at
Each other

Laying on my
Sleeping bag
Scared in by
The thunder
And lightening

We're trying
To write
Fiction novels
And we can't
Think of anything
So late at night

I say
Something funny
We laugh
Hysterically
It's something
You would've heard
If it wasn't
Summer now

We think
About how
We couldn't
Put the tent up
Because it was
Inside out

How we
Took it down
Faster than
Anything we've
Ever done before

We didn't want
To get struck
By lightening

I keep thinking
That I'll be able
To tell you guys
About how funny
It was

How stupid
We felt

And then
I realize
It's summer

You guys
Probably
Won't read your
Emails

Or reply back

This leaves me
With an empty feeling

Like my friends
Just died
And I have
No one left
To tell our
Funny stories to

Bike
To the playground

Walk
To the middle

Lay
On the structure

Stick
Headphones in your ears

Pass
One to me

Press
In my ear

Listen
To the soundwaves

Dismiss
The beauty

Stop

Wonder
About the world

Think
About the sun

Contemplate
The rain

Remove
Music from aural orifice

Smile
To myself

Remember
The last two years

Growing

Maturing

Becoming
Who we are

Smirk
At life

Know

This is how it should be

Sunset
Lake
Beauty

Love it
Love Vermont
Love life

Reflection
Of sun
On the water

Awesome

I'm wondering
About you
About others

I don't
know why

Or maybe
I do

I miss you

And I don't

I can't
Write more

This is
What I
Know

It's dusk at the Morley household again.

The rain slows to trickles down the front of the roof. I look off of the porch as the grumbling black clouds make way for a tabula rasa of a blue sky- perfectly clean, a new start. My father sits on his wicker chair again. I am next to him.

"I wanted to write something about this," I tell him after the last sixth grader shuts the door behind us. "About the storm." I take a sip of tea. "With those kids, though." I glance at him. He's petting our cat. Its cancerous lump on the left cheek seems more swollen and pinkish than last week. I look down, slouch over in defeat, and rest my elbows on my knees, letting the misty curls from the mug waft into my face. "I can't write anything."

Dad nods. "It's much quieter now, though."

We're silent.

The cat purrs and gurgles.

"So it will be cooler now," he says.

"What?"

Du tst da tst, du tst da tst, du tst da tst, du du da tst. I love that drum line. I tap it out on my glass.

"Are you really livin',
or do you seek lovin'?
Are you happy with bein',
or do you search for meanin'?"

UNKLE is blaring from the CD player in the messy kitchen at dusk. The entire room began turning near-pitch-black as the sun slowly slinked away, content with another day of ridiculous exothermic activity, and my mother wouldn't let me turn the lights on for fear of heat sickness. So the room stayed black. I trip and fumble towards the black box in order to turn up the volume. Ah, well. A few bumps and bruises are worth it. I love this music.

"Hold my hand,
I need you now,
slow me down,
I dunno how."

Out to the yard
To chop off some
Rhubarb

Yum

Take my Swiss Army
THWACK!
Turn to the compost
THWACK the other side

I head inside
Out of the
Unbearable heat

Rise and
Scrub and
Peel

Get the white
Cutting board
Chop everything
In half thrice

Stand each piece
Up on its end
Chop it like wood

My knife the axe
The 'barb the piece
Of white pine

Every board
Comes off
Almost equal sizes

Looks so good

Stack each one
Into a log cabin
Fire-making style

Reach into the cabinet
SUGAR
SUGAR
SUGAR

...

Can't think of
A metaphor for
The sugar

A few minutes
No more rhubarb
Clean plate

Sing to me of endless whispers
Let their words snake through my ears
Would that I could understand their meaning
If only they were constructed on sense

Write to me of endless nights
Let the stars burn through to my soul
Would that they would sparkle forever
If only they would remember me

Hum to me of endless summers
Let the sun warm me through my skin
Would that the air was always as fresh
If only the sky were always as blue

Speak to me of endless friendship
Let the bond be shared between hearts
Would that the mind would always stay calm
If only life were always as pure

Sing to me, write to me, hum to me, speak to me
Of endless whispers, endless nights, endless summers, endless friendship
Would that they will continue forever
If only they will remain the same

My impulses are the waves
Coming and going without warning.
I don’t try to be happy
It comes naturally.
Everything - the salty air, the sound, the sand -
Is natural.
Life and living is effortless.
I simply follow the sun, and move with the tides.
The freedom surrounds me
It’s the wind in my hair, the sand between my toes, and the sun that kisses my cheeks.
Never have I felt more content and at ease with my life.
I look to my right, and see his brown hair move slightly in the breeze.
His fingers slip gently between mine
And the sunset is reflected in his eyes.
It’s a rare occasion when the desire for life to be different leaves me entirely -
There is nothing I can think to change.
I breathe in -
A smile spreads slowly across my face
And I know it’s unlikely to leave until summer fades away and I am forced to depart the constant bliss I’ve grown accustomed to.
I wonder if it’s him I’ll be missing
The beach
Or the girl I become when I’m there.

She's kept almost
everything
that you've ever
given her:

a dried sprig of mint,
music,
a branch you carved,
earrings,
a wire tree,
your emails,
tickets,
your poetry,
strands of your hair
that fell onto
her bed,
almost nine months
of memories,
and

she still has that postcard
that you sent
her, too.

Do you remember
what you wrote?
Your slanted,
dancing handwriting