dreamboy: a poetry collection

some place

i just want to go some place nice,

somewhere the sky is pretty- like you.

i want to be like you.

you know, i have a lot to give to the world i just-

don't know what it is yet.

but i'll get there. i promise i'll get there.

until then my heart will be in that pretty place

there, the trees will be tall,

and it will always feel like autumn. warm,

but cool. and the leaves

will always be in those orange-red hues,

the water will stay so clear and blue, that

you will see little minnows when

you dip your toes into the creek.

i'm not used to living on the edge, i'm just living

and that's alright with me,

because i don't want to be someone

i am not.

i am careful.

i am not reckless.

in that pretty place, the sweet little people

will be in their sweet little homes.

although, some of them will not be home they

will just be in a house.

a house they wish was a home,

but it can't be because

home is where the heart is and as pretty as that

little place is,

their heart is not there.

their heart, like mine, is elsewhere.

perhaps with the stars and their blinking lights,

or at the bottom of the sea,

where the pebbles are rough beneath your toes,

and you try to hold your breath forever

because you are no longer

in the shallows.

you are somewhere deeper.

i want to go some place the water is deeper,

and the people think clearly

through all of the fog

and it's all pretty

like you.