looking for the Oasis
her sandy hair
and clear blue eyes
so invigorating, but
lost
in the dense dunes
Reaching his dry hands through the syrup sands
sweat-stained and grimy
the Lips float about
crinkling red
and fraying white
pleading, yet
struggling
against the grains
Panting breath fogging his reflection
agains the Oasis' palms
he drinks about deeply,
the resounding ripples
of purple passions,
blossoming, and Lips,
he gives birth
to another beating ruby
Well, it was an incredible year.
My last semester of high school was amazing. My first summer graduated was magical. And my first semester of college was life changing. Undoubtedly.
So much has happened this year, and I can see myself changing so rapidly, that I can hardly believe it.
It's how it is, I suppose. It makes you wonder how much control you really have over yourself. Things move too fast, and they just slip out of control.
All you can do it ride with it, write out your spirit, take a look in your rear view mirror, and keep flying.
Here's to a wondrous year.
And here's to another one to come.
234 more poems to go.
Wish me luck.
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