Rubyred127

Dream
Sometimes I wonder if 

In my spare time 

If my life is one big pretty 

Good dream
But I don’t know
Maybe all this time 

We’ve been sleeping 

Hope
You hope you make it home at night. 
You hope the plane lands, the car slows, and
The guns hold fire.

You hope your children are safe from the universe,

What’s in My Journal

Dirty things, like a thrift shop.
Mean things, looks that defeat,
worries that devour. Redheads too. 
A genius for overthinking 
and disagreeing. Puzzle pieces from

Conditioner
I Am the blanket

 on top of dirty clothes 
the lies that cover up 

What is not to be shared
The smile I put on to hide 

My second life 

Odds and Ends

The late autumn wind wallops the willow tree 
The creek flows like there is no end
The wind sings like the owls at night
The crickets rub their wings to make a lullaby that no one thinks to create