september
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Siamo a settembre
Estate ha appena perso gli arti
Il suo calore, la sua bellezza e la sua tenerezza.
Nous sommes au mois de Septembre
L’été vient juste de perdre ses membres
Sa chaleur, sa beauté et sa tendresse.
We are in September
Summer just lost her limbs
Her warmth, her beauty and her tenderness.
Sitting down and thinking back on who we want to be and where we expect to be going is like thinking upon September as a family member.
… september
breath of lazy in the breeze
nuts
and berries dripping juice
dappled sunlight, ancient trees remembering -
old summer
memories of hazy dusks and blue twilights
That Septembernight.
I didn't know my life would change.I went out to have fun. I didn't think I'd meet someone who'd define my year.
That Octoberday.
It was in the clove of seasons,
the flowers were stained.
The grass around was wet,
from the night when it rained.
A tombstone now stands,
where the bleeding tree once stood.
I am controlled by this Bryiana,
What story has my face have told?
Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
Surrounded by my brothers
And yet I am alone.
We grew together, weather storms
And cuddled amongst parched leaves.
We are strewn across the fields
I am empty. No feelings, no thoughts, no memories. There is nothing there, because everything that which was, seems to have escaped me.
Just feel the cool breeze blowing gently all around, and listen to the warm-colored leaves scatter gently across the ground
I often dream of dreams
dreams of flying
dreams of dying
dreams where I wake up crying
dreams defying
All the lot dreamed of weddings.
I dreamed of settings
dreamed of regretting
Like the hands on a clock
…move
Like the wind in September
…blows
My mind is systematic, yet
it can flow freely like a fluid dream
Like a bowl of dust
seeping into crisp air
What I’m Thankful For
When asked to speak, I figured, hey! This will be easy.
As I began to think of what to say, I grew slightly queasy.
It kills me to see you go though pain
It hurts me to see you make the same mistakes
Over and over again
I don’t understand
How can a person love someone
That broke their heart?
When September rains down on me all of my fears are played over and over my mind like a movie screen.
I'm washing away all regret and the sorrow of soul.
You’ve listened to stories of Hallows Eve
a night of scares and sweets
The story you haven’t heard
(some may think it’s quite absurd)
Rushed out of school, without a clue in the world
Thousands of people died in the last half hour
Moms, dads, sons, and daughters..
Between ice cold lemonade and hot cocoa,
I am human,
While bundling up due to the breeze,
I think thoughts such as these.
september 1976, day i was born
didnt feel the moment of scorn
came out of my mother's womb
didnt feel like i was bury in a tomb
my eyes opened up to life
my existance didnt struggle that was full of trife
