What I Do With You

The rain drums on my roof,
And I can't take my eyes away from the window;
Like I'm waiting for something to please me.
I dont feel the need to leave my apartment,
But if you join me, I'll dance with you
'Till im soaked and my skin is cold and ice-blue;
And we waited till the morning for the sun to dry us off.
It was so hot,
We cooked our eggs on the sidewalk.
And had cold pizza and coffee for breakfast
You know me,
Im not the one to start a fight.
But with our food,
I found it my morning delight
And i couldn't resist the temptation.
We found it hard to say goodbye,
Even when you went inside
Just to get some water
For our throats that were desert dry.
The street burned our feet,
As we ran trying to catch each other.
After awhile we didn't even bother
Cause we both knew,
You and Me and I had You.
Laying on the deck of my apartment,
Eating chocolate cake with our hands
You asked me if I wanted to start a band. ;)

This place use to be my castle,
You were the knight that climbed the wall,
Took me away;
And now we spend our days
Singning and laughing the blue colored rain.
You gave me inspiration I could trust
When I ran out of fairy dust.
We dressed up
Just to play together in the mud.
The sprinklers went off in the golf course next door.
We rolled in the green cut grass,
And tried hard to muffle our laughs.
The 16th hole was a puddle
And our new secret playground.
We swam with our clothes on
And took picutres underwater,
With your kodak camera.

When Summer turned to Fall,
The leaves changed color
But we stayed the same.
Then with the snow, we tried making igloos
Pretending we were eskimos.
Eating only the marshmellows out of our hot chocolate.
With the snowflakes in our hair,
We can't wait for the hot summer air.
So we can dance in the rain,
Burn our feet,
And every night watch the sun
Fall into a deep sleep.

written last night too. The first part would be my perfect day.
i think thats how its suppose to be, the never changing, surprising love.
the only thing is, i dont live in an apartment, oh well
it could still work.

-Ms. Nicola (i dont like nicolette so much anymore)

Dawn

Listen while Reading. David Lanz - 'Painting the Sun'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-E5TSvNu0Ek

Tonight he had His first cigarette,
And her middle name was Nicolette.
Together they sang 'til their lungs could have burst;
To only catch that one breath
They laid in the dew covered grass.
Dirt and grass stains on their backs, hair a ratty mess,
They watched the dawn break like a piece of glass.
Then their breath became visible in the orange colored light.
Feeling the dirt underneath their fingertips,
With their toes so cold and off-white
Some how they knew that everything would be alright.

That night, we could hear the world spin;
Just us two.
That was it.
That's all we really knew
Him and I, the grass and the dew.

Just finished writing this about a couple of minutes ago.
This morning i made strawberry ice cream with all the windows open and then sun gliding in.
I played some of my favoirte music by Dustin O'halloran, he composes music so beautifully and plays the piano so elegantly. I also really love Davids Lanz's piece - 'Painting the Sun'.
It was a relaxing morning.
These writings are from no personal experience, though i wish they were. My imagination is my greatest strength, and thats real reason i can dream, wish, and write decent.

-Ms. Nicolette

Simple Love

Clouded, streaked skies.
The sun with wind intermingle and dance over our bear skin.
We were once part of that lost generation,
And the seeds of our conversation
Now bloom.
Covered mountain tops,
A corroded penny drops,
And our world comes to a silent stop,
And the colors are rotated.
The view is different.
The current has shifted.
The sun is no where to be seen;
We've been blinded by what the heartbroken call 'the greatest scheme'.
We will not fall back into foreign hands.
This new discovery is our new end;
And we will remain here, unbroken.
Lying here, with words unspoken,
But emotion is captured in your slightest touch.
And the colors are rotated.
Our picture is brighter than the normal black and white;
Our lavish scribbles dominate with our laughter and the sun's light.
With the happy glow of the fireplace,
I study the landscape of your face.
You watch my eyes dance and shine,
like a full moon on black lake.

The wheel of colors is never ending,
As we share our new common beginning.
And the colors on the kaleidoscope are rotated.

I wrote this last night after my family and i came home from a day downtown. The sun and good food in my stomach inspired me.
Love should be simple, if you are familiar with the movie, it should not be like 'The Notebook'. Love shouldn't have to cause drama, it's not a rough waves on the sea.
This poem, if I can call it that, starts off with the sun and the wind, indicating its day time and then towards the end, the fireplace and the moon, indicating night. One full day.

No 'he said, she said', no words exchanged between the two, but simple actions, that if you watched them, you could gather their passion for one another.

As for the rotation of colors, again, love should be an endless rainbow of colors that you have never witnesses before. Just like in a kaleidoscope, colors, shapes and lights rays; love should be as easy as turning a kaleidoscope in different directions to only obtain stunning unique images. Except unlike a kaleidoscope, the colors are never ending and only get better. For a conclusion, simple love should always be surprising and never get old.

-Ms. Nicolette