It’s strange to me Looking back now At the way I was I felt confident Shimmery Or like A disco ball Breathing colors On every surface I felt magical Like a unicorn With pretty clothes And glittery makeup Totally deluded By my own Optical illusions
If I were a box I’d be a plain box No fancy ribbons No pretty wrap Filled with joy Along with sadness Filled with dreams It won’t share Because it’s a practical Useful box A helpful box Never a gift Just handy It’d hold diapers Until needed Bills until paid Receipts for taxes Seasonal fruit…
So many things I miss about you Your energy was always so high You loved movement, dancing You were a literal musical Everything you did was intense A grand white whirlwind Sucking everyone up But then…. You’d spit them out The thing about whirlwinds Is that they can become tornados Leaving devastation behind And I…
The lines connecting us Are jagged and broken Snagging bits of dark That cling to us Along the way Memories boiling In a cauldron Filled to the brim With dashed hopes And dying dreams It’s a rotten stew To sit down to So I don’t think I will This time They can eat alone I…
I’ve been going to the laundromat lately just for kicks and giggles… and because I gave my daughter my washer and dryer… and I really enjoy it. So it doesn’t take long. I can people watch. And it’s one of the only times during the day I can just sit and do nothing. So many…
The sorrows are hanging Left in the dark to cure Wrung out and dried Just waiting to be worn
Sometimes you hate yourself And you think everyone else Should hate you too So you make up reasons And concoct scenarious That prove that it’s true Because if it’s true then You don’t have to focus On why you hate yourself And you can begin To defend yourself From the other person And then maybe…
Life is unpredictable. If we know anything it’s that. We don’t get to decide who we are born to, where we are born, or what abilities or disabilities we might have. We are all born into an unsolvable puzzle. A maze with walls that move, windows that won’t budge, fences made with wire, wood, stone,…
It was perfect A sphere String Wrapped up Just sitting Silent On her lap Sunshine colors Soft to touch Strong fibers Destined For greatness Before suddenly Falling hard To the floor Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling Unraveling
I stepped away from the edge I’d crept up to it for years Wanting to jump or fly or vanish I stopped wanting that at some point But I still stood there… just in case Sometimes the wind blows really hard And I fear that wind How it might do me in And if it…
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