Brother My Butt
I've never been good,
At having male friends, 
They always dig themselves, 
Deep into my brain, 
Or maybe my brain digs them into my heart? 
Engraining them
Entangling them,
In a jumbled mess of innuendos, 
Sideways glances taken too literally. 
That is why, 
"Brother," I just can't do it, 
Why I rock on my heals, 
Biting my nails, 
Afraid to just pick up where we left off. 
So petrified to plunge back in, 
Back into the swirling trap of emotions, 

Because of my late night, I woke up late the next morning, and it was almost ten before I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. I groaned. What if Clara thought I wasn’t free and had already made other plans? I sat up and reached for my phone, calling her as quickly as I could. While the phone was ringing, I climbed out of bed and started getting dressed.
“Hello, this is Clara.”

Life keeps running on and on,
Will it ever stop?
I keep singing random songs;
I'm spinning like a top!

Dishes here, and laundry there,
Children crying everywhere!
Never peace and never quiet,
Life is running in a riot!

I feel I'm juggling like a clown,
Science and History going down.
Math and Spanish twirling;
Oh! My brain is whirling!

Tommy, Dick, and Harry,
Amy Sue and Carrie,
I think I'm down to the wire,
My! But I'm getting tired!

I can't help it that my mind will wander
To contours I know well
(closer)
Familiar feeling
(rushing, frenzied)
Butterflies
(slow, meaningful)
Toes curl
(and I never thought it possible)
Bite lip
(I think I'm flying)
Cheeks cherry toned, I return to my task
Oh, curse you, blissful distraction

In the end you need to stand by
Who it's right to stand beside
And hold your mouth when the tension presides
And the voices get tight
To refocus your eyes

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There are things that I wish I could tell you
I could list them but
I know what they are and
The problem is that
You don't

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When you realize writing doesn't matter
Like it used to
When all you want to do is sit and scoop
Salsa into chips with friends
When all you think about is music and
How much you love it
When you feel a sense of sadness at turning
Seventeen
In addition to excitement
When clothes matter more than ever and you
Think you'll try running
When you feel a sense of unease and yet
It's enthralling
When you can make plans
When you're scared to call
When stepping out on a limb could
Work out for you

It's not easy to think about or even to
decide what's next when you feel
boredom in the newest corners. When there is only
one thing you really want to do, what do you do
about it? It's not easy but you're grasping,
reaching. It's all you wholly care about. Yet there are
other things waiting for you to sweep them up,
more urgent. It's not because you're lazy, it's simply
because they don't factor when it comes to
achieving what you want.

"Because I'm obsessed with you,"
She says, we all laugh
"No, just kidding, that's Erin
I'll leave you two alone now."
And I am so grateful that you just
Let it roll off like you didn't hear her
Even though you probably know
She's right.

Well, well, hello there, friends! I have always thought that six is a wonderful number, and I have exciting things to express, so hence the title of this little ramble.

1. One thing that gets me really excited is smelling spring in the air, because that’s what it is—spring! Spring is here; ladies and gentleman, and I can just anticipate summer days spent getting tanned, swimming, and in general having fun. In the sun. Oh yes.

Forgotten
Broken, 
Sitting frozen in time, 
Love and care, 
Lived in and then forgotten. 
Together in their exile, 
Rain splattered, 
Alone but once loved. 

Sunlight
Morning sun streams in, 
Breaking through the foliage, 
Glaring down, 
Undeterred by clouds or time. 
Makes me jealous, 
Can't I be like you? 
Bright, 
Shining always. 
Strong and hot, 
Merciless but naturing.