poetry

i heard a frog here

and i haven’t heard it again

in the glow in the dark world

you must dance

only then you will see

fire flies, floating lilies, and sparkly skin

the peach fuzz on your cheeks

has turned into moss

i know i heard a frog around here

i’ve been looking for it

we went up the mountain top

to watch the city turn to glitter

there we met a trail of pink lights

and you whispered in my ear

“put them in your pocket,

and if they still glow then they are real”

i put them in my pocket

just to find out they were real

i feel like writing something today

i dreamt that i did

i used to all the time

dormant years

where do they go to exist?

my friends had too many drinks

now their eyes resemble those as kids

bright eyes

never die

they just hide

behind cloudy eyes