The Best Luck I Had Was You

I've been oddly in touch with my artsy side lately. High-heeled boots, graffiti paint, graphite-smudged fingers, all that jazz. I can't even draw...? Anyway, today was nice. I had my first meeting with STAND; very inspiring.

Bombs hit your villages,

You are innocent and we will never know.

I want nothing more than

To catch the first plane,

And hold your hand

And dance with you

To the beat of the music of your own brothers and sisters.

To guide you through the day,

Every struggle and

Every journey.

You are my inspiration,

To keep living and keep hoping,

And I want to be the same for you.

My cousin recently went to Ghana for a recycling project. Beautiful pictures (as seen above), wonderful music. I think Africa is most wonderful left alone.
Anywho, I miss summer a lot. Not just the weather, but everything that went on; especially camp. One of my greatest fears is being forgotten by AGQ. By far, I write my best pieces there. Speaking of summer, I found an old poem I wrote there and I think I still like it. I brushed up a bit, but it's pretty much the same. The picture I chose is from the beach right outside my house in Avon, one of my favorite places in the world. I'm reluctant to share this, as it's kind of cheesy and I'm not much of a romantic person. Here goes.

The sun is dipping under the sea grass.

Your fingers entwined with mine,

My feet in time with yours.

Sand forms a thin layer over my toes.

The sun is dipping under the sea grass,

Slowly turning the ocean water black.

We stop in the shadows

Under the pier.

You caress my soft blowing hair,

The waves tickling my bare feet,

But I am already smiling.

The sun is dipping under the sea grass,

And you kiss me, our hair dancing together in the light wind.

The warmth of your lips sends

Sparks down to my sand-covered toes.

When we break apart,

The ghost of your lips on mine remains,

The sun is dipping under the sea grass.

What will I do without you?
Once summer ends, the memories will fade

Without hesitation.

You turn to kiss me again as the sun dips under the sea grass.