oskar and the earthlings we lace our fingers like shoelaces filling in our hip shaped spaces laying in the trodden grass your eyes the sharpest note of brass i could groan a thousand things about your starry speckled flings with planets and constellation rings your alien lips bite soft earthlings calm these cold and drowning ears soothe my star dust lightning fears hold me rock me in your arms of rope and wedding cake zip me up a rocket sleep case and shove me into deepest space i’ll watch your martian jaw laugh loudly your ray gun scratching skin so proudly i watch the ribbon men unfurl and i wouldn’t miss you for the world but for everything thats its worth i would, if i could still see planet earth.

The piercing chirps and growls, And the raspy, worn-out howls, Creatures draw towards, Their prey in hoards, Watched over by silent, swooping owls. ##limerickery #intheireyes

Summer Sounds I crunch the surface, Of the frozen treat. Already melting, In the blasting heat. The berries popping, Bursting on my tongue. The night has run late, But the heat is young. My mouth is cooler, But the sweat still drips. Running down my cheek, And my frozen lips. I swat at the bugs, Kick my flip-flops off. Flop onto the grass, With a dry, sore cough. My throat is scratchy, And my t-shirt sticks. My soaking body, Water and sweat mixed. I heave myself up, Ears starting to ring. Stumbling down the path, To my hidden spring. The water lies, crisp, Beneath the rough ledge, Uneven, untouched, My hands at the edge. I cut the water, My green eyes grow wide. They match the forest, I'd found this place inside. It rippled at me, Ice-cold to the touch. Greeting my figure, Not sweltering as much. In my worn t-shirt, I pad to the top. I'm ready to dive, So I pause, just stop. Looking above me, The trees tower high. Their branches waving, At the birds and I. The badger looks up, A cuckoo chirps too. In wonder of me, What I'm about to do. I leap from the patch, Of grass I was on. A second I'm there, The next I am gone. I arch through the air, Its heat tugs me back. Reaching the surface, Landing with a crack. Perfectly sculpted, The cool water breaks. It embraces me, Hiding the noise it makes. Chirps and growls, Muffled above me. The sounds of summer, Heard when you cannot see.

bucket list i want you to smile and laugh at me, i want you to wrap your arms around me, i want to teach you how to do something, i want to have a water fight with you and tip ice cold water down your back, i want to sit in a cafe with you overlooking a beach, i want to sit with you in class and sketch in our textbooks, i want you to be the only one that can touch my wrists without me cringing away, i want you to say good morning to me, even when it's at midnight, i want you to hold my hands as i fall asleep, i want you to sing to me no matter how bad you think it is, i want to love songs and bands with you, i want to steal your popcorn at the cinema and watch your face as i pretend to eat it, i want you to ache for my voice like i do yours, i want you to need a cuddle from me when you're sad, i want you to need a cuddle from me when you're not sad, i want you to start conversations, i want you to tangle our legs as we read together in separate chairs, pulling us closer, i want to trace the lines on your hands, i want to map your shoulder-blades as though they are delicate paper, i want you to intertwine our fingers as we climb trees, i want you to touch our noses as we shake the branches by accident, i want you to be in wonder of the tiny leaves spiralling to the soft ground, i want you to stare at me when we leap back onto that ground again, and i want you to care that i scratched myself on the bark, i want you to stand on my feet so that you're tall enough to connect our lips, i want you to fall in love with me. i want you, but you don't want me. h.b

Interpret At Your Own Leisure Your eyes sea green, Though I've never seen, Their glance up close. The eyes of a ghost, Prickle my neck, And heck, Your voice is beautiful. Your genuine smile, I've not seen in a while. Not that it's not there, But that I can't stare, At you, But I do, Believe that you can stare at me. Our awkward glances, All the chances, We have to speak, Begin to leak, Through the floor, I wanted more, Of your soft music. I listen intently, But you've never met me. I know the way, You say goodbye each day, But with every hour, I build a tower, Of never saying it back to you. Of all the things, We could do if wings, Existed, Persisted, To carry us away, From every single day, That didn't go our way. But that would be cheating, Birds fleeting, Into the sky, Without a single goodbye. But as I stand on the coast, I miss you the most, My tiny bird without wings.