Spring

The blossoms are just coming out of the groundThe rain is lightly drizzling
The slight breeze is blowing the wind chimes
The sound combines making a plinking and a patter on my window pane
The thunder cracks through the sky followed by the lightning in the distance
Here I sit.
Waiting
Watching
Wondering
The world is growing up right before my eyes
If I sit here long enough I might see the grass grow
But then what would I be doing
Still sitting
Not growing
The world would be moving on without me
Leaving me in the dust
I yell for it to wait for me
Begging for time
Wait just a minute longer I need some time to catch up
When I open my mouth nothing comes out
I'm not given the chance for my plea to be heard
So I take off after it
Running as fast as my legs will carry me
Hoping that I can catch up
Time continues
The world moves on but I need a break
A chance to breathe
But the world won't stop
Time won't stop
Try as I might, I can't grasp the reality
Summer will come eventually
It's not going to wait for me to be ready
Ready or not here it comes
But I just want to preserve this moment
Sitting watching the world grow
The drizzle has turned into a downpour now
The thunder shakes
The lightning flashes, casting shadows around my room
The blossoms get their rain
Nourishment to keep growing
And here I sit
Waiting
Watching
Wondering
Praying

Dialogue

Scene:  A dimly lit restaurant.  The waiter is walking away from the table. A man and woman sit silently, at a window seat watching the snow fall outside. Carolers stroll by. The chime of a bell rings consistently in the distance as the charity ringer stands outside the mall raising money. The candle flickers softly at the table. The man opens his mouth to speak then hesitates then he begins. . .

1: So is this it.

2: What?

1: This is how we are going to end things between us. You, leaving me for the next year to go help teach children English in some foreign country.

2: I didn’t know that this was the end

1: Well it sure feels like it

2: I’m sorry

1: Why do you have to go now? You could teach children here English.

2: It looks better on resumes, the jobs aren’t open here anyway so no matter what I would be leaving the town.

1: But, I don’t want you to go.

2: Well I don’t want to either, but I have to. . .

(The waiter brings them their food, they smile their thanks and as he leaves the conversation begins again)

2: I would love to stay here, but it’s the first job offer I have had in months, and I’m living on ramen as it is.

1: I just can’t believe that you’re leaving.

2: It’s only for a year and I’ll be home every 3 months to visit.

1: (silence)

2: I promise, I’ll write every week.

1: Okay.

(The dinner continues in silence, they leave and walk down the road pausing at the bell ringer just long enough to drop a few dollars in the bucket.)

1: Well then, I guess this is goodbye.

2: I guess so.

(The man gives her a kiss on the cheek and turns to leave, both leave in separate directions, never looking back. Silent tears roll down both their faces. They pause at the ends of the street. The man looks back. . .)

1: Until next year.

End Scene.

Disneyland

These last few weeks of school

All I can think of is Disneyland.

Disneyland: the happiest place on earth.

One day I think I might run away.

I think I will go to Disneyland

So that day when I am not in class

That's the day I have disappeared to there

My happy place

Where there are no cares in the world

The worst thing is waiting in line.

When the hardest part of the day is leaving.

If only school was like Disneyland

Shouldn't these last few weeks of high school be enjoyable?

Memorable?

Unforgettable?

I think yes.

No more tests.

No more late nights of procrastination

Procrastination is such a bad thing.

The problem is the intentions are normally good

I don't wait to do my homework because I want to.

I just always find something more interesting to spend my time on

So here I sit staring at the teacher

As they try to explain some new confusing concept

And all I can think about is Disneyland

I think about the carefreeness of childhood

I think of the fact that that part of my life is coming to an end

Soon I will enter into adulthood

Bills to be paid

Jobs to be made

And life to be lived

When asked where do you want to be in five years

The answer is no longer certain

No longer well I will be in high school

I might be at a different college

The answer is unknown,

My future is whatever I choose to make it

But what do I want?

The teacher is explaining the new concept,

My mind is whirling and I still don’t get it

And I don’t know how my life will work out

Disneyland is only a day away

And the rest of my life is starting right now.

Gatorade

Get ready for the cougar
there is imminent hope
but there is no match
overall immediate plans
to be the best
brings its own challenges
I will be prepared for you
in a game
hopefully you can come through
with the cougar.

Disclaimer: This picture didn't want to crop or upload when it finally did upload this is what I got so I apoligize if this is hard to read.