A quiet bus serene and filled

with slow sounds of rain and slight chatter

music playing in your headphones

and the path of trees flying by

the bus is quite smooth today

we pass the next stop with a group of six girls,

the serene peaceful still and faint sounds

Burst into a loud corruption

Of chatter and gossip

The max volume of your headphones

cannot silent the girls

Your stuck like this until you arrive to your destination.

God I can’t even fathom such a boy exists, you know those angels in paintings? Thats you. My angel. I can see your halo and the charming fair skin from oil paintings. And you’re too funny too… well not perfect you’re right about that, you’re fascinating, gorgeous, and adorable. This might be cringe but that’s just my point, Even thought it’s cringy it’s true. You might not get this but at least I wrote my feelings. <3

I am Meadow

I was born in the spring with copper colored hair

With a name meaning a field near a stream

I can hear it

The atmosphere

But what's IN a meadow?

Under the surface?

Under my appearance?

Behind emerald eyes?

A world of its own

A textured wonderland

Serene peacefulness

What’s Deeper?

Beyond that?

Someone afraid of growing up

Afraid of seeing the awfulness in the world

But my name leads you to that

Peaceful

Gorgeous

Wonderland

That's next to the stream

Of Ideas that flow without caution

Of beautiful drawings

Of wonderful music

To me

My mind

My life

Meadow

I can’t believe you exist, the sole purpose of romanticizing lives, you sat and read your books, and the tiny details you set pours out of yourself. Chipped nail polish, stars on everything, origami pinned to bags, pins of little aliens, drawing on your sketchbook in the hall. I almost feel as if im the boring one. The one person with no personality since yours is so radiant. You're never late to class, all A's and B's. It's like you're perfect, yet there's no such thing as perfect. What's another word for it? Flawless? Faultless? Ideal? Superb? Exquisite?

Where’ all the time go

it's either fast or too slow

wasting time in bed

Daydreaming always

time moving slowly in school

mind blank yet so full

Why are folk so odd

the weird feeling of blankness

capturing you all

Oh my lord,

I got in the school paper

my teacher nominated me for my writing

The papers were released today!!

I can't wait

Here it is

wha-

they

misspelled

my last

name...

I can see the stars not outside but on my hand

I like the flowy-ish curtains

I see a stuffed animal held by someone walking downstairs

Hmm what else

I see a cool tee-shirt with flower designs

I can see different sculptures around, one with eyes, one with teeth

I can hear laughing children

The sound of typing from my computer

Quiet mumbling

Song lyrics in my head

Humming

Feet tapping

Book pages flapping

The AC running and moving paper

The sniffling of people

I guess I can sense life and being human