dream

Note from 2012: I am missing a diary from about 1998 to 2002. I wrote a lot of poems in that time, but to the best of my knowledge I didn't write any diary entries. I will provide some of the poems here as a way to represent my melodramatic mind during those "missing years" and on some of the poems (2000-2002) the dates are only approximate. The thoughts were sometimes experimental, and not a total reflection of my life. Just poetry of a teenager. I won't upload all of them, but I will upload a few to fill in any gaps in my chronological record.

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The poem on this page is from an old book of poetry I had, I would sometimes write thought fragments on it while riding the bus, no solid dates were written down.

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Very odd dream. It's fading now, I can feel the corners of the images crumble... soon it will only be a hazy memory. The morning is soft. A pinkish orange still bathes the horizon, like the ring that sometimes forms around the bathroom's tub. The tilt of the sun casts a vivid, and thick, shade of orange on everything. Like the dream, this orange hue will be gone soon. The trees this time of year, in the fall, seem to be so full of color. This year also, or maybe I am just noticing, but I like the shades of yellow that cling to the skinny branches. Voices. Sounds. Smells.

My thoughts are interrupted.