"I wrote this when I was sixteen.." [ 11 | 3 | 2009 ]

12 numbers
One clock
Time begs for completion.
As the minute hand turns,
The second hand craves movement.

13th chapter
8th verse
Love never ends
Believe all things, hope all things.
When the perfect comes, the imperfect disappears.

11th month
Twenty First day
Beauty is defined
The sideburns are at war with the stubble
Who will conquer? Let the best follicle win.

10th hour
Thirty First minute
Unholy Confessions on the player.
xosarah dear on the messenger.
Sierra mist on the desk.

9th sip
2 liters later
Farewell sweet, sierra mist
You have accomplished your purpose.
Oh, soul-less sierra..

2nd millennium
7th year
Fifteen years plus one
This world is where I breathe
But it will never be my home.

7th stanza
Second line
Debating on whether to continue.
A battle wages.
One more perhaps?

2nd hour
One basketball practice
What's that smell??
Ohhh... gosh..
Here, have some Axe.

- Michael Stephen