Jun 03 2009
Moving to the beat.
Music is blaring wildly
Heart is pounding uncontrollably,
Legs are sore.
Each step has rhythm
Each step has a meaning,
A meaning that was formed long ago,
A meaning that carries traditions behind it.
I follow the steps to be graceful, happy
I follow the steps to get bad things off my mind
And it works.
The feeling I get is indescribable, unimaginable –
Amazing
Dancing is my life.
Jun 03 2009
Planner
Notes, records, documents, scribbles
Sibling of a schedule
Lover of hallways passes
Who fears the words “project” and “test” written on its pages
Who needs to pass quickly, yet knows nostalgia will kick in once it passes
Who gives neatness
Who would like to see June 13th come now
Resident of my book bag, or my hand
Organizer
Jun 03 2009
Summer’s gone.
No more dives in crisp, clear light blue water,
No more grains of sand stuck in the buttons of my cell phone,
No more dry, cracked hair from the sun,
No more saltiness on the edges of my lips.
Summer’s gone.
We won’t be going out for coffee every night,
We won’t take walks under the moonlight,
We won’t stay up clubbing all night,
We won’t hear motorcycles racing by.
Summer’s gone.
I’ll miss the sweet scent of fig trees,
I’ll miss the meowing cat in the front yard,
I’ll miss the long, hot days,
I’ll miss my grandmother’s cooking.
Summer’s gone.
I have to leave from Greece because I have school.
Half of my friends have to go to college,
A few guys have mandatory military service,
And the rest stays in Sparta to work.
Summer’s gone.
As each person leaves, we all cry
The tears run like gushing waterfalls
But to make each other feel better we say,
Next summer, we’ll all be here together again.
