17

Oh, I remember being 17.

A small frame,
a thing line of mustache,
a ton of ego,
and a good amount of anger at the world.

I had a bed in our backyard
and I slept with the starts,

woke up with the sunshine.
I hated the sunshine,
but loved the nights.

A cold breeze would close my eyes

and stars were the last things I would see every night. 

There were lots of stars back then.
I figured
I was one. 

There was a tree in out neighbor's backyard
visible from my bed.

It resembled a dinosaur at nights

and a tree at other times. 

And oh, there were lots of bugs around too!

It's alright, 

I didn't mind any of these.
I still have starts,
and dinosaurs 

and bugs

in my head before I fall asleep. 

I have written some poems down and I would like to post them here, but the papers are not closeby and I'm too lazy to get them :)) I would spend the time and type them down if they were here, that would be no problem since I wouldn't have to move from my bed...but alas they're not close and I'm a lazy potato