No
I don’t know what they want from me. Its show day and the girls scuttle around the tent, gathering skirts and veils and bangles and shoes. We are all made to sit on chairs; our smiles frozen on our faces.... Continue reading →
Writing
Unfinished
Not really a poem, but a series of scattered thoughts as I try to overcome the beast known as Writer’s Block… The path is white, open and leery With all your might, lift up the sword That gives you the... Continue reading →
She
She was so perfect. Her skin looked flawless and her eyes glittered like jewels. My round face resembled a boyโs and my eyes were dirt brown. Her hair was always set in the latest fashion, her thick, red curls catching... Continue reading →
Poetry Palooza: A Letter to a Boy
A letter to a boy:
Dear boy who I am waiting for,
You may have forgotten
Those telepathic messages
Iโve sent over the years
So this a reminder
Of all those dang tears
Remember: we were all made in pairs
So you must be somewhere out there
Waiting for me
Wherever in the world you are
Whoever in the world you may be
This letter is Continue reading →