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If you ask anyone around me

I am that girl,

The goody-two-shoes Read more »

Ask me any question,

give me any task

I will do it perfectly Read more »

I promise to do it soon

I promise I won’t forget to,

I tell myself I’ll come back

As I move on to something new.

It really is a horrible affliction,

One that often goes undiagnosed,

I can’t help my case of procrastination

It takes me over, I am just the host.

Homework is the worst,

Procrastination takes command,

But there were just so many things

That my attention, did demand.

The time has flown

And the work remains undone,

I end up staying up late

Which is not fun.

I try to be good and honest

But procrastination has made me a liar,

I am forced to continue on

Until a cure I can acquire.

What would you do If you woke up one day, And found that in the sky above The sun had been taken away Would you cringe in fear And quickly run and hide, Or would you not even blink And look on the upside There are some out there Who look upon the dark with fear, Who the moment the lights go out You find are nowhere near They claim that in the dark There are monsters great and small, Creeping, crawling, slithering, Just waiting to devour us all Or would you be in the other groupWho come alive at night, Who admire the moon and stars And their peaceful gleaming light Those who love the night And don’t mind the dark one bit, Who wouldn’t miss the absent sun If the universe would permit Now think about yourself carefully Would you be fine or quiver in fright, For you never know what might happen If the world were plunged into an eternal night.

I wander along the shore

My feet sinking into the cool, soft sand

The morning sun peaks over the horizon

Staining the sky and the land Read more »

Sitting in the sunshine,

And looking at the moon.

Singing in the shower, Read more »

I really don't know how I got up here

I couldn't explain it if I tried,

My brain is spinning crazily

It really is feeling fried.

I look around in wonder

And at the view below,

I try and think of an answer

But there is none that I know.

I woke up one morning

Only to find to my great surpise,

That I was small and sitting on a clock

I swear these are not lies!

I used to be 5'3"

Now I am the size of the three,

The clock hands are my seat

Rather than the branches of a tree.

As I sit here and I ponder

I grab at a nearby book,

Which also is rather small

If you care to take a look.

I don't know long this will last

I don't have any other plan,

I might as well sit here reading

And enjoy while I can!

I believe in the little things

The day to day endeavors:

The hellos, I love yous,

And the hope that never severs.

A smile to a stranger

Walking down the street,

On that cold lonely morning

Even though you will never again meet.

When people help each other

To complete their tasks,

Help they give freely

Even though the person never asks.

I believe in the kindness

That people simply do,

Without prompts or pushes

Or being completely thought through.

It doesn’t have to be grand

Or some elaborate plan,

Just do something nice

Or anything you can.

If you do these simple things

Not only will you be okay,

That quick little gesture

May just make somebody’s day.

His tongue twists

A nest of vipers,

Hurtful words come out

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If only, if only,

There are so many of them in the world.

If only, if only, Read more »

She was summer

Light and carefree,

I was winter

Dark and gloomy. Read more »

            I stood at the window, watching the red tail lights disappear over the hill. I stood still for a moment longer and tried to make sense of the recent exchange. I didn’t know what to think; we had struggled for so long that I no longer remembered what it was like before. Slowly my face lit up until I had a smile that was bigger than the moon. Happiness burst inside of me and filled my body from my fingers to my toes. I was so light that I marveled that I didn’t fly away into the sunshine. I spent a moment longer marveling at the miracle that just occurred, before I flew inside to spread the news.

I race along the winding woodland trail

The sun peeks through the green boughs,

The air is cool and light as I inhale

I run as fast as my body allows.

I race so fast I become the wind

And fly above the deep green trees,

 The rules of gravity I rescind

As I flow on the cool autumnal breeze.

I look down to see a tiny town

The houses and barns are little toys,

Died in colors of red and white and brown

With tiny dolls of girls and boys.

I continue along and am filled with wonder

As I whizz along and fly so high,

I watch as the clouds are blown asunder

And see the sun stain the sky.

In pinks and red, and yellows and blue

The sky seems to have no more colors to give,

I fly forward towards the stunning hue

And think that I could by happy, to fly as long as I live.

                Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by. It is a lonely life. I stand here alone, the sun beating down on my spine and the rain running down my face. No one looks at me for more than a second, and when they do, they ignore me. I am a placeholder on this vast horizon. I have been polished and painted in the hopes that I will be noticed, but it is all for nothing. Nothing I do makes any difference. It’s been awhile since anyone bothered to make me feel special. There have been days when I see someone approaching and I find myself starting to hope that they have come to fix all of the broken pieces inside me, but I am unfixable. No one cares about one lonely street sign. Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by.

                Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by. It is a lonely life. I stand here alone, the sun beating down on my spine and the rain running down my face. No one looks at me for more than a second, and when they do, they ignore me. I am a placeholder on this vast horizon. I have been polished and painted in the hopes that I will be noticed, but it is all for nothing. Nothing I do makes any difference. It’s been awhile since anyone bothered to make me feel special. There have been days when I see someone approaching and I find myself starting to hope that they have come to fix all of the broken pieces inside me, but I am unfixable. No one cares about one lonely street sign. Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by.

Smooth, slippery sands

White granules run through my hands

I sit on the white, white shore

Peace reverberating to my core

I feel the warm summer breezes

It’s playful  tail, my hair it teases

In the sand my hand does etch

A simple yet striking sketch

Nothing more than a heart it seems to be

But it is my love for this place, where I am free to be me.