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. They enter the tent, clipboards in hand. The prospective men don’t come into the tent;…
Category: 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 power. Fingers poised, a cacophony of keys
She
She was so perfect. Her skin looked flawless and her eyes glittered like jewels. My round face resembled a boy’s and my eyes were dirt brown. Her hair was always set in the latest fashion, her thick, red curls catching the twinkling lights of the chandelier in the ballroom. My mousy hair blended in with…
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
I’ve 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