Cold and Bitter

Summer rays of light

brown my pale skin

that has been hidden inside

for 3 long months

as I hide from dangers

that were out of my control.

As I lay in the damp grass,

using my mind to persuade

spiders to not crawl across

my oily, burning legs,

I can’t help but wonder

which side to lay on

to let the sun’s heat

to warm up my soul

because I’m afraid

too much pain

has made me cold and bitter.

I’m afraid that combo

is only desirable

in a Starbucks

freshly iced coffee,

not in a soulmate,

It Must be the Changing Seasons

My nose is dripping.

My head is stuffed.

every muscle in my body aches.

It must be the changing seasons.

 

There’s frost on my windshield.

My sweater isn’t warm enough.

I’m getting leaves whipped in my face.

It must be the changing seasons.

 

I don’t want to leave my bed.

Everything seems hopeless.

Everything around me is dying or dead.

It must be the changing seasons

It’s “Spring”

So when does this whole spring thing start?

Last time I checked it was April

and April is considered spring,

so what is with this cold white stuff

that is continueing to fall

from the sky despite the season?

I’m done with winter. Bring me sun.

I want to see rain showers soon.

I want to see flowers appear.

I want to see the school year end,

or at least hope that it is soon.

This Ohio weather kills me.

Let me wear sandals already.

I’m done with your shit Ohio.

Let’s just get this show on the road

and let’s stop playing weather games.

It’s spring. Start acting like it….NOW!!