GertietheGremlin

I am speechless.

My thoughts don't make sense

and my voice struggles to come out and make a sound.

I am wordless

and I write but my cold fingers have forgotten the keys 

or how to hold a pen

Ode to those that make life into gold 

that bring us some sparkle as we grow old 

Ode to the places, friends, and small things 

to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring 

I will not shave my legs

not because I am against it

but because being myself feels like my own act

of rebellion

I will not quiet down

let the world hear my pride and excitement

but I will not shout

When you get an eyelash in your eye

a wish will fall in with it

each one holds memories

stained with the makeup of your life

if the memory is tainted

with trauma, fear, or pain

The Glass Statue Girl

looks at the world with eyes of shards

moves through life like a river

her figure sluicing across paths of people

who see a clear accessory

The Glass Statue Girl

I can talk to myself forever

when there's no one else around and it's just me in my head

we have fun

I can do any topic you want, come on

pick a card

pick a card

pick a face