A Little Bit of Everything

Pickles, socks, and flowers,
giggles and girls,
no thing to silly
cannot become
serious matters.
boys and books,
ice cream and I scream,
murders in dark corners
screams in the night.
painted faces
and faint traces
of elvish on white arms,
pools and princes,
drawings and dinner,
all the fun in the world
rolled up
in seven sleeping bags.
memories made,
dreams shared,
lessons of life
learned form close friends.
can't wait
for another

sleepover.

...PS I lose.

I was at a sleep over recently with a bunch of friends as a back to school/end of summer bash. We played games like murder in the dark, put make-up on each other, ate ice cream and made drawings of each other. One of my friends knows elvish and would write phrases on pieces of paper and then I used permanent marker and made tatoos for everyone. It was a ton of fun. In the end I wanted to write a poem and asked them what it should be about.
One answered "Pickles."
Another "flowers."
And another "socks."


So I did. :]