Glow in the Dark Stars in my StairwellEver since I was small enough to reenact Little Foot and co. with my miniature peeps on the playground, I could never choose who I wanted to be…The Superman or the Lois Lane,The Spiderman or the Mary Jane.The savior or the saved.But it didn't matter then so I just played.To this day I still don't know if I want my scales to balance or tip.To sail a different ship.To ship a ship and make myself and I my OTP.Scrolling through the endless windows of my life,Watching friends come and go,And wishing some of my favorites could leave with slaps across their facesBecause of how they, so to speak,Bit me with their teething
Painted CornerWhy do I always paint myself in a corner?The paint smells funkyAnd I have to go to the bathroomI seem to do it every time.Focus, Distraction, Focus, DistractionUntil all I can see are two walls and no escape.Why do I refuse my own happiness?Why must I inhale all these fumesOf disappointmentOf self-loathingOf mediocrityMy friends are not crutchesThey're not canesThey're not chairs.I'm not GoldilocksAnd they're not the three bears.Eating their food, trashing their furniture, and sleepin' in their sheetsNuh uh.That is noooo good.My choicesMy decisionsMy mistakes.They've led me hereAnd dropped me alon
A Sonnet to Who?A Sonnet to Who?If you keep looking, Whos you just might find.Indeed! They’re very small but are they there!Who persons are slight but their hearts are kind.All gladly, for a Who in need, they care.Upon a speck they reside in Whoville.Their Mayor, Ned, an elephant he meetsWho vows to bring their home to safe Nool HillTo end the tremors in their city streets.The angry mob looks at Horton in fearTo talk to specks, it is insanityThe Whos speak up; loudly shout, “We are here!”But when all hope is lost, one “Yopp!” breaks free.Yet if you can’t see or hear them at all,People are people no m
First BlazeFirst BlazeA girl splashes through the wildflowersFleeing her confining shadowLights twinkle in her eyesSmiles glimmer across her faceUnder her gentle steps, leaves crackleDewdrops shatter at her touchShe must dance alone, aloneImagines she a most fanciful partnerFirst flame of Autumn dreamingFirst fire of a season of believingStars fall through the treesFirst blaze of honest fairy tales
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