I used to be a little girl 
She frolicked in the trees
Splashed in the brooks and sang every morning.
She asked innumerable questions
About math, about music
And she always wanted rules to be followed.
But that girl is slipping away.

I used to be a little girl
Who was maybe afraid of the dark
She loved the color purple, and cookies, and playgrounds. 
She wondered what it would like
To be an animal, or even an adult
With a little girl of her own
Who had the same laugh, the same smile.
But that girl is almost gone.

One day, I met that little girl
Sitting on a swing at my favorite playground
She stood up, and looked at me
Her sweetness and innocence shining like the sun.
I smiled at her in a silent farewell
Saw her turn, and slowly walk away
And I said goodbye to the little girl
Who used to be me.
 

 

Number one
Make sure
You are perfect
No quirks
No flaws

Number two
Make sure
You are normal
You're blonde
You're short

Number three
Make sure
You are balanced
Make sure you are skinny
Make sure you have curves

Number four
Make sure
You are popular
Always pretty
Always flawless 

Number five
Make sure
You are confident
No insecurities 
No shallowness 

Oh whoops
Another oop
Looks like I broke all the rules again
 

Words are interesting, right?
They’re just letters we string together and decide to add spaces in between.
We have so many rules for words, and what they do.
We learn them from early on, 

We need Marianne Williamson to be the next president of the United States. 

Marianne not only knows what she's doing but she also knows what to say. She's talking about love and peace and harmony where other people are just digging us into a hole or talking about the problems instead of the solutions.
If you don't know who Marianne is, look her up. Watch her talk. Listen to her ideas. Some of it might sound really radical but that's the point. Love is radical nowadays. 
I got the chance to meet her this summer and talk to her. You know how some adults like listen to you then brush you aside? She looked in my eyes the entire time and talked to me like she would have any other person with a vote. 

Her favorite idea of mine is her plan for the Department of Children and Youth. We are being left behind and Marianne knows it. 
She's willing to fight for us and everyone across the world.

Word play,
old records spun to dissolving.
Creatures shooting up
from the soil of my mouth.
Trying to pry their way out until
I let free the dam and it floods the page.
Becoming more ink then reason.
You see, you don't choose the words,
the words choose you.

 

Every morning, after taking one last whiff of the crisp cool breeze I ride the train down into the mine. It winds through cramped dark tunnels, lit only by the dim light of our headlamps. We arrive in a small clearing that smells of sweaty men covered in grime and coal dust. I operate the drilling machine, drilling holes where explosives can be deposited. I long for the whisper of the breeze in my ears and the way it tickles my neck. I miss the way it lightly tossles my hair and ruffles my clothing. I hope for the night to come.

We arrive above the ground at midnight. The stars greet us, their glittering forms like beacons of light on a hopeless journey.  Thinking of the breeze we feel and the scenic beauty we see at night, helps every man to get through each day. The luminous moon illuminates the path to the parking lot. I walk to my car and head home.