I am aspiring to be myself. I love to write poetry. I love to think about poetry. I am very open to feedback and criticism, I believe it will help me improve. I am an open minded human being and I love elephants and cats.
I am aspiring to be myself. I love to write poetry. I love to think about poetry. I am very open to feedback and criticism, I believe it will help me improve. I am an open minded human being and I love elephants and cats.
The clip of my heels on the concrete sounds softer than usual
My feet walking on pads of cloth
I feel like skipping but I know it is going to rain soon
I whistle, my lips perked in such a way as to create different notes and patterns and my chapstick lays like a wax coating over a candle
The thunder interrupts me
I reach into my bag and pull out a checkered black and white umbrella
I open it,...
These surrounding things
These every day, all the time things
A flash of yellow in the midst of green
A scaley blue in a sea of purple
Will it beckon you to come with
Or will it push you back out and make you swim
Over the years it gets harder to tell everything apart
But the color is always there
A kiss of red on a cheek before work
The rustic brown violin that plays on the corner every Th...
I listen to the beating wings
They like to stop and tell me things
They’ve traveled far and put on quite a show
The Albatross and all his friends
Fly up and down and back again
He really likes to put on quite the show
My favorite one, now, of them all
A little guy, though standing tall
The hummingbird will put on quite the show...
“Are you here?” Asked the girl.
A cough.
“I am.” Said the man.
A lie.
He was gone.
Jumping over rocks.
Running over train tracks.
Catapulting off of cliffs.
Down.
Down.
And back up again.
He was digging in the dirt.
He was playing with fire.
He was flirting and building, hating and crying…
He was everywhere, but there.
Where he desperately needed to be.
“Are you here?” Asked the gir...
I am bedizen with dazzling gems
A sweeping pink flurry of chickens and hens
My first conclusion is; you are new here
For I am glorious and you are too, dear
I click my way in heels, upstairs
To comb my way through tangled hairs
I wrap myself up tight in cloth
To look, myself, just not so goth
And if you follow me, you’ll see
That nothing feels like ecstasy
Than turning to yourself to fin...