Mall on a Friday Night 

It’s nine O’clock now;

And I see them walking,

Dressed like the night sky.

Others around walk in and out of rooms

With bottomless pits of things.

But they walk, with a mission

They turn the corner and blend with the night.

Rollercoaster 

Life is a foggy rollercoaster.

You’ve already been through part of the ride,

But you can’t look back;

Everything is blurry.

Looking ahead doesn’t help because you can’t see a thing.

All you know is what’s happening now.

So throw your hand up and enjoy it while it lasts.

Cell Phone

Life is a cell phone,

Everyone is connected,

Through a few simple steps we can be with anyone.

But the phone isn’t picked up,

The buttons never dialed;

So for now we are all disconnected. 

Driving

Trees rush by,

The gravel flying.

So much energy in on space,

Sitting behind the wheel

In total control for the first time.

No one around to watch;

It’s all on you.

Every turn and every stop.

Your fate is in your own hands,

Your life now completely dependent on your choices. 

Colors

I am yellow,

Vibrant and energetic;

But at times I am gray,

When things don’t go my way

And when gloom sinks in;

Other times I am clear,

Completely emotionless. 

One Night

This was the most excited she had remembered being. It was going to be her first date, that night. Not with someone new but with someone who she had caught looking at her before, yet never had the nerve to do anything. This was going to be different; the first time either had the courage to actually be with one another. There was more than enough to do to get ready, he was due in less than an hour, and she had already spent many hours before getting ready. Her heart was beating like a drum. This feeling was new and so exciting.

            Racing around her room, there seemed like there was no time to get ready. He’ll be here at six, as the time passed she smiled, knowing that this was going to be something special. Music blaring she danced around, to anxious to sit still. Grabbing multiple outfits she thought she might want to wear, putting one on, throwing it back, and trying on another, everything needed to be perfect. Finally she found something she wanted to wear, something that seemed so casual but so fitting for the night.

            Her hair was done. It had been done for a few hours now, but it just didn’t seem as perfect as it should be. She fussed with the tiny details until she was satisfied. Carefully she made sure every detail was to her satisfaction, nothing was going to go wrong tonight. She ran down her stairs, five thirty, she had a while to wait. She decided she was going to run by the mirror and check how she looked again. This process repeated a few times, and then she began to think, back to the beginning of the week.

            They had hung out once before, more as a surprise then anything planned, but after that they began to actually talk. She was still silent at school when she saw him, too nervous to go up to him and just talk. The only real exchange though was while passing in the halls, both would give a shy smile, while seeing his cheeks blush she could always feel the same happening to hers. All she could think about wanting was for him to come up to her and say anything. She finally decided that she was going to just go up to him, and hope that she wasn’t just crazy, that maybe he will want to talk to her again just as badly as she did. Trying not to seem too eager she walked up to him as casually and gracefully as she could.  He smiled as she said hello then when she looked up at him she was pleased to see the same smile on his face that she wore on hers. Then with no other words he gazed into her eyes and asked her to go out that weekend. Her stomach jumped. The feeling was still so energetic that her excitement jolted her back into what was going on. Six O’clock, her heart raced, he should be there soon. She stared at the clock for what seemed like the longest minute, and then the doorbell rang.