bliss

my sleepy brain
sees your face
as i walk into the room

sip coffee
wake up some
i lean on your shoulder
feeling the bliss

(i'm going to be attempting BEDA! look out for poems, flash fictions and stream of consiousness)

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We all get up in a hurry, we playing collectively, one of our favourite games of the week. The sun has gone down behind the mountain and we've sung our campfire closing song, Taps. I run past John wanting to make it up to the dining hall first, and by doing so, it is immediately made a race. He wins, of course, being 6' 3" and all. Huffing and puffing we agonizingly wait for the rest of our respective cabin mates to arrive before Arianna comes to remind us of the rules.

quick in class freewrite of an idea i'm forming for a creative essay (i'll post the creative 'write your own story' essay once its written)

Innocent

Its late, probably 2 AM,

Robert is reading and Johnny Cash plays.

Under a duvet

Him and I lying together in the darkness,

I'm not getting up unless he does.

He doesn’t.

So, side by side on the couch, we sleep together

In the most innocent sense of the phrase

As if it could be Anything Else

The golden sun peeking over the trees

it feels like ten degrees

despite it being late summer

But time is flying by

Stylish in our pajamas

and a constant zombie state

the cereal bowls clang

no thoughts of the city nearby

Expecting normality

Saved by the strange

Waiting would be disastrous

first is to get a seat

Fighting non-stop laughter

to maybe get through the meeting

Plastic swords

Answers to questions

Watch a movie and

we all lie on someone else

And to believe I thought this place had changed

Broken

It’s possible I was going slightly insane

The heat, the hill, the island

All possible contributions

To this ridiculous mental state

Now that I’m home

I don’t know what to think.

Is this just part of ‘the rule’?

Or is it just another exception?

‘The Rule’.

5 to start, 9 in the middle, 3 to end,

We rate you.

It rarely fails me.

I think it has for the second time ever.

I sit here with butterflies in my stomach

While glancing over to make sure

You’re real

Inside

Sometimes I hate this

bottling up my feelings

keeping them inside

I pretend to be happy

showing the world I can handle

what it has thrown my way

Inside, my brain stews

thinking things over

more than is necessary

Tears welling, I run,

my bed and room provide the

comfort I need to express my feelings