Sunday, September 29, 2013

Untitled, 5.18.13

Let me hear the wind
Feel its breath upon my face
Pulling me onward
Into this place

Speak to me softly
Tell me your name
Hold me in your hands
Just for one day

Tell me it's a dream
But let me feel awake
Hold me in your heart
Just for one day

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Healing, 7.6.13

If you'll only
Breathe in slowly
Feel the lonely
Wash away

Silence holds you
And it knows you
And someday you
Will be okay

Monday, September 16, 2013

Rubber Gloves

I went office shopping at Walmart a few days ago, and needed to buy some rubber gloves.  I easily found the section, but had to look through it several times before realizing something: they didn't have any size small gloves.  They weren't sold out, there was no empty spot, they just plain old, didn't sell small rubber gloves.

Of course, medium size gloves work just fine.  They fit, they are not more likely to slip, and, I must admit, they are easier to slip on and off.  So, practically speaking, you could argue that medium sized gloves are superior to size small.

But have you ever put on really nicely fitting gloves?  Of any type?  I don't know why, but I really like how my hands look in a small glove.  It's like I finally have the slim, small hand that I really wish I had.  No such luck for my office work though.

Come on Walmart, pander to a girl's vanity.  After all, I was stuck washing dishes, at least my hands could have looked nice doing so.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Main Characters, 9.5.13

I really don't have an explanation for this.  I just want to make that clear before you read this and start asking.  Yes, I wrote it with a certain someone in mind, but even so, it isn't really applicable to that person.  However, I would love comments.  What do you think of this poem?  Does it make sense?  Does it tell a story, or give a feeling?  Is it cheesy/silly/interesting?

Main Characters

If this is the story of Us
Then I am lost
Can we reread the last chapter?
Did I miss something?

Because suddenly a new plot appeared
And it doesn't make sense
Aren't We the main characters?
Where did You go?

Were you merely an actor
That got tired of the part
Or found a better job and left
Leaving the script writer to write you out?

But this isn't a movie
You don't get to walk out
Just because you are bored
And you can't be written out

So where did you go?
You fell off the pages
Was it suicide?
Were you ever even there?

I'm so confused.
Let's reread that last chapter.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Fairies and Goblins, 1.6.13

Fairies flying
Fairly flew away
Finding friends
In fields far astray

Goblins gamboling
Galumphing through the glen
Gathering glistening grapes
Like greedy little men

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Snapshot, 5.30.13

Wet skirt
And cut knee
Falling asleep
In the backseat

Beads braided
Into long hair
Cold shivers
Feet bare