Inkpaw

if my tears make me weak 
let me be so
I do not care what your knife sharpened words say

if my joy makes me gullible
then let me be so 
I will find truth behind your fake promises 

the frame of my world
is your hugs
your gentle fingers wiping away my tears 
your eyes smiling down at me 
with a mother's love
special 
and unbreakable. 
 

color
blooming like spring flowers 
across my canvas

lines
flowing like water 
over my page 

words
forming like a dewdrop
on the edge of a leaf 

sound 
bouncing through the air

simple moments
big ideas
twisted together
with thoughtful fingers
and a well placed pause
here and there
eraser crumbs on my shirt
and caught in my uncombed hair 
does this make me a poet?

thoughts reel inside my head 
messy is the mind
creating things
if you crawl inside my brain
and pull out 
all the twisted strings
tangled lines of hope
and paint splattered ideas
my life through a kaleidoscope

aaaaaaarrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I through myself at him 
angry as hell
how dare he
how dare he insult my dead parents
I feel myself changing
but unsually 
my eyes stay wide open 
and my arms