Tomorrowby David M. HarryTomorrow by Beatgoliath
Matthew and August went to the beach on a sunny afternoon. He wore his favorite, blue beach shorts printed with a map of the West Indies and she wore her favorite, sunburst bikini. The weather was very warm, but the sand was cool on their feet as they walked along the shore. A little breeze caused the palm trees to sway in a syncopated rhythm. Seagulls glided on that breeze over the ocean as they searched for fish. In the distance, a sea lion roared like an angry trumpet. As Matthew and August walked in the sand, there were children running away from the cold ocean waves reaching for their little feet. An old man, whose face had many wrinkles and interesting stories, flew a simple kite he probably made himself.
The heavy sun burdened with the weight of warm day began to sink into the endlessness of the ocean’s deep. The light became thick, atmospheric, and heavy with warning that it was time to leave.
For My BrotherBy David M. HarryFor My Brother by Beatgoliath
I remember him waking me up by punching me
I remember we never agreed on anything—not even videogames
I remember he could never beat me in a race around our block
But most of all, I remember he and mom getting into the car on Saturdays
I remember he was the best student in math out of all of us
I remember he took such pride in helping me pass my tests
I remember the teacher said he was the model student
But most of all, I remember the day the ambulance came to our school
I remember reading him stories when he had trouble sleeping at night
I remember holding the tubes when he had to throw up
I remember how cold his skin felt when we shook hands before I had to leave
But most of all, I remember the long beep that wouldn’t stop
I remember everyone saying nice things about my brother
I remember the tears that limped down my face
I remember the casket where his body lay
But most of all, I remember the dirt that filled his grave.
365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
blue.my mother had a floral dress
she never wore to church
and i used to think it was because god was allergic
to the flowers
but then one day she wore it
green and yellow.my brothers aren't like me
i've always been jealous
(daniel has blond hair
blue eyes and my parent's
chris is happy
with nothing to hate
and my parent's sympathy.)
breathe, love.i sat on your bed
and used your watercolors to paint
a cemetery in my journal.
i painted the grass the same beautiful green i always wanted
your eyes to be
and all the dirt is nice and flawless,
you can't even tell, in the picture,
that you're buried beneath the flowers.
there's something you meant to tell me.my friends warned me about love back when i first started high school because i didn't know anything about anything important
all i knew was poetry and art and world war two and they knew that wouldn't get me very far but i guess they knew i wouldn't get me very far either
and last night it was dark when i was driving home so i was just thinking about everything and in the midnight darkness all i could see were girls with pale pink hair and boys with pastel lips and i realized that both were far more dangerous than driving drunk or smoking three packs of cigarettes a day and maybe if i listened to my friends i might still be alive
but i'd rather be killed by the people i fell in love with than just being alive without nothing to paint into the night sky when i drive.