I Miss Fall

I don't now why I haven't really liked the summer this year, it's been good. I like summer for the good insects not the bad and for swimming, for plant life and thunderstorms but just the heat and humidity mainly is what I'm tired of. Because of the heat and mosquitoes that just won't ever quit eating me up even when I put on insect repellent. I miss the winter and want it to be cold. To be able to drink coffee outside and not turn into a sweat towel, to bundle up and be warm from the cold next to that special someone you want to be with. I miss winter and fall especially.

Isn't it strange that every time it's winter I want it to be warm again and then when it's summer I want it to be cold again? I think it depends on the person you are? If you've lived in cold climates you'll like the heat better because you don't get the chance to experience it, if you're a person like me who has lived in a hot climate all of your life you'll end up loving the cold better. But honestly, it just depends because there are things I love about the summer but I'm just in the writing mood for cold climates. I've dealt with 100 degree heat and almost 100% humidity too much this summer from working and even living in it and have grown tired of the scorching heat, in fact I've almost had a heat stroke from it. I just want a change, because I know as soon as the cold gets here I'm gonna want it to be warm again and the contradiction repeats itself once again. lol :P But I do know that I'll be able to handle the cold for a while once it rides in with the first cold front and I can deal with the frigid temperatures better than I can hot.

But honestly, I just wish the weather in autumn would stay forever, that's my favorite weather, it's not too hot and not too cold and I love that time of year. To see all the red, yellow, and orange leaves fall to the ground while the winds throws them everywhere. I want to play in the autumn leaves again or even just rest in the fallen leaves while listening to music on my Ipod while feeling the winds blowing against my skin. That soothing cool wind that only fall can offer. But no worry, fall will be here in the next two months to come, and I'm waiting. :)

I wish I had a better picture to go with this post but sadly I don't, when fall comes around I'll write and take many photos to share with y'all.

Smokingly Calm

Soothe my calmed nerves,
Cool and crisp on my tounge.
I blew as you turned into curves,
Felt slighty out of my lungs.

I shape you into rings,
While you danced with the wind.
A flying haze without wings,
Drifting higher as you descend.

I know you hurt my body,
But I'm under your spell.
Never yet have you bothered me,
Since I love your feeling and your smell.

While I breathe deeper,
You consumed yourself more.
Glowing brighter little red amber,
Flicking ash on the ground floor.

Narrowing yourself into a white sliver,
Nothings left but the faded orange filter.
Everything that was you is now grey,
So I put you with the others in the ashtray.

Once Upon A Time

Yet unknown to my mind,
You came with a simple hello.
It was nice for me to find,
Someone I could follow.

You know who you are,
I don't have to mention.
I wish you weren't so far,
I loved being in your dimension.

When my heart turns grey,
From the lonely times missing.
Your notions in my head stays,
Many thoughts, even one of us kissing.

You showed me so many musical bands,
Of all the music we were listening.
In your room the sound strands,
While the lights in your eyes were glistening.

You introduced me to guy named Josh Glenn,
I can't help but remember those lyrics we sang.
While his voice rung with ours in a spin,
Describing a damaged view from a perfect window frame.

Your bunny named Semi,
Hopped around your apartment.
Sprinting faster than a blink of an eye,
Then rested on a rug made of carpet.

I remember a valued time,
When we sat on your balcony.
Frigid air shivered my spine,
But kept warm with your company.

Another time when you made me enchiladas,
Remembering chicken entangled with cheese.
I cleaned three plates of three enchiladas,
You made my stomach very pleased.

We went out to have a smoke,
On the balcony outdoors.
We sat with the view of hope,
High up on the third floor.

Before you could ask,
I snuck out two cigarettes quickly.
Together there our moments passed,
While time flew by endlessly.

You taught me an African phrase that night,
Something I'll never forget from you.
"Alles sal reg kom meisie, ek het lief vir jou"

Now you're gone and I miss you,
Night out and day in.
When the next time we'll see us two,
We'll hug our bodies for the first time again.

Cicada Of Thought

You are my favorite insect
who flew below me
in the grass by surprise
I grabbed you while you resisted.

You flapped and flapped
and flapped your wings
but I didn't let go.

I took you in my house
only to watch as you flew from
corner to corner in my room.

You nestled yourself up high at first
then you tried to penetrate
my old cedar wood moldings
to feast upon sap.

There was nothing to eat
but still you stayed up high
no even a move.

But while typing on my computer you flew
hit me once in the head then floated off
to graze the ceiling.

You came down and stopped on the wood molding again
I took my camera and snapped the shot.

From there on you stayed
til you flew back to the ceiling of my room
and now rest.

Summer Blue Sunset

Glowing with rays of light,
Brightening with shades of white,
Plooms of clouds stirred twilight,
Before the day fell into night.

A sight for the eyes to view,
With colors in many hues,
From dark grey to deepest blue,
While a breeze of warm wind blew.

Cicadas sounding off in the distance,
Communicating by wind resonance,
Comfortable feeling their presence,
As the night fell in mere seconds.

Found

I crept down a hole
Only to find another
Life of my own.

I was stuck in motion
Letting everything be but
Only to find a lost notion.

Life only stopped when I did
I tried to climb out
But fell for being so stupid.

I rested in this dark tunnel
That left me blind only
Til the light funneled.

So I crept further into the hole
Only to find a mirror image once more
But everything's better with me as a whole.

A Walk

Willow in the creek,

Rustling in the wind,
Further down the street,
As the road bends.

Cicadas

This is something I haven't been posting about ever since the beginning of the summer. Cicadas here in Texas have exploded from all the rain we've had recently, as well as major flooding but, here is a clip that I recorded two days ago. This species of cicada is the one species I like to call a summer siren, however there is more than one species if you listen closely. When I'm outside and the sun is about to set this is all I hear.

Enjoy :D

Cicadas