Smell the Oak Leaves

Covering the course with an array of rusty-gold browns, the oak leaves look up at me. I am speeding by them, memory at my back- searching for something to hold on to. But instead of seeing my life clearly, all I can seem to concentrate on are these oak leaves. The smell of them as I sprint by. The knowledge they hold for me, somehow they show me my own intelligence. The years spent hovering over a book full of descriptions of trees flood through my narrowing conciseness. Bur, red, pin, white, black, live, myrtle, post, and running oak trees. I try to identify the leaves by their shape, color, and edge displacement. As I attempt to concentrate on my pace I feel my life slip away. All I can smell is oak leaf. All I can think is that these leaves are the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Something inside me snaps and I find myself pushed beyond what I thought I could do. Thanks to the bur and red oak leaves.

Best is Less

There is nothing as heavy as eyelids.

Nothing as sweet as rain.

Nothing as open as a tear.

In the world there is nothing that can stop time like a flirtatious glance,

nothing can eat faster than worry,

or drinks faster than greed.

Our world is full of the most

but what is left over

is less.

Angelic Little Gesture

"You are so beautiful and you don't even know it." He says to me, placing a hand over mine. A captured moment. Who could ask for a better little brother? Pity the girl who steals his affection from me. I will fight tooth and nail to be the apple of his eye, because somehow I am the coolest girl in the whole world in those perfectly blue eyes. There we are, sibling rivalry abandoned, sitting singing off key with the radio. His small and warm hand over mine in a protective way. Never will I require a man to give me affirmation of my beauty, because that job has been taken care of- not by anyone who wants to be mine. But by someone who is mine. He is my baby brother. I remember watching him sleep in his crib before he had the ability to remember. I remember his first smile, his first steps, his childhood fears. I have been with him in the sunlight and in the moonlight. I have given him cruelty and love, bashed him and comforted him. His pain is my pain, his joy is my joy. Never has any sister been more satisfied with the brother she was given. Short and scrawny with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous smile that lets you know that he did know that it was past his bed time- he was just evading it.

Fade

The image you have

let it slip softly away

it will be best

if you forget my smile.

The smell of my hair.

And my name.

Because I never look back,

the speed which I am running at is too fast

to even want to.

Just forget me,

so that I may live less vividly.

Utter Contentment

The happiest days of my life have all taken place in these past few days. It has been a fleeting kind of happiness. Freedom of friends paired with an upcoming dance mix together to create some sort of wild joy, which take root in my heart. It digs in deep. I do not care how shallow it may seem to some people, but dances mean a lot to me. They are something that each person can have a opinion on. Whether it be- that dances suck, or that they do not know who to ask, or that they love dances. Each person adds to the group. I keep waiting for the high to end. But it has the chance to stay high for ever. As long as I do not lose sight of what I value, it may be a happy road ahead. Because I am going to the dance in the same group as my closest friends, we all like our dates, and we all are going to make senior year the most brilliant and wild year ever!