Teal

side streets disappear like snow
and skinny boys hold court
with laughter,  smiling at girls
they don't know
leaning in,  leaning back
like still shots in a frame
little drips of life
teal,  white and black
long hair on him and friends
it makes him more angelic
and kind of fragile


at home on the night train
a poet writing letters
that read like a soap opera
about how he sometimes
wants things that don't want him
and loved ones that don't know yet
what love is


he's slipping like watercolors
in someones perfect painting
always fading into a cloud
of a surreal blue sky
leaving you
looking for a little more
of something that you never
really see


but he's guilty of making his girl cry
because he had a good summer
without her


and he won't go home again
or stand in the rain with a brother
the nights are different now
the air warmer
his friends have adopted him
and when he smiles its like
summer light and teal
but he has a plan
a dream to catch
and words that wait to heal


This is a poem that was featured on The Back Road cafe that belongs to a twitter friend of mine @DaleRominger 
He is looking to feature some poets and their poetry on his blog so if you might be interested contact him by dm on twitter, he's really a nice person and I appreciate him very much.

Also I've been a bit absent on here because of a poetry book I am composing, so sorry about that. If you think Teal would be a good title for my book please let me know in a comment.

Thanks to all who drop by and read and I am always looking for creative blogs to follow that actually follow back. I appreciate all my blog followers and readers and send much love to those who have supported me, you know who you are :)