With each page I open a new world
delving deeper into something new
seeing the world through my eyes
i am swept away to somewhere different
i am no longer boring
but fun and exciting
not wanting to stop
i could do this for hours
but i am flawed as a human
my eyes grow heavy
wishing i could keep them open
i try for a few more words
but the book falls from my fingers
i am asleep
and i have lost my page
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Mr. French and Me
an impromptu dance party
thrown by myself
attended only by my cat
he is quite the dancer
he likes when i sing to him
jumping along with me
to the beat of our own drum
eventually he grows tired
and lays down
curled up in a ball or posed like snoopy
i have tuckered him out
keeping on by myself
i still sing to him
but now, being the cat he is
he stares at me like,
"lady, what is wrong with you?"
thrown by myself
attended only by my cat
he is quite the dancer
he likes when i sing to him
jumping along with me
to the beat of our own drum
eventually he grows tired
and lays down
curled up in a ball or posed like snoopy
i have tuckered him out
keeping on by myself
i still sing to him
but now, being the cat he is
he stares at me like,
"lady, what is wrong with you?"
Soaked
Seeping in through two pairs of pants
the water makes my feet wrinkly
everything is squishy
the sound of shoes on tile floor
reminds me of elementary school.
the squeaking bringing someone new
time has passed now
and rain has become a not so fun occurrence
people flit through building after building
to hopefully save their shoes
but all is lost
your shoes are bound to get wet
why not just jump in?
the water makes my feet wrinkly
everything is squishy
the sound of shoes on tile floor
reminds me of elementary school.
the squeaking bringing someone new
time has passed now
and rain has become a not so fun occurrence
people flit through building after building
to hopefully save their shoes
but all is lost
your shoes are bound to get wet
why not just jump in?
Lines
The yellow lines are meant for safety
Don’t pass when it’s solid
pass when its dotted
Or, do what you want
Pass when it’s solid
Pass when it’s dotted
The white rimmed signs are optional
Don’t pass when it’s solid
pass when its dotted
Or, do what you want
Pass when it’s solid
Pass when it’s dotted
The white rimmed signs are optional
The SeaBed
An ocean of seaweed
Welcomes you into its soft folds
Awash in a sea of green
Sinking down into the depths of the brown
Fully immersed in an ocean of color
A reef of petina coral
Rises from the bottom
The Orange catfish pounces on your face
All the while you smile
From atop your sea bed
Welcomes you into its soft folds
Awash in a sea of green
Sinking down into the depths of the brown
Fully immersed in an ocean of color
A reef of petina coral
Rises from the bottom
The Orange catfish pounces on your face
All the while you smile
From atop your sea bed
Bruised
The apple has just survived a fight
A fight to reach the top of the pile
To go home first
Little does it know that someone
A tall lengthy starving someone
Plans to devour its sweet inside
The apple tastes like a climb up a tree…
The fight was won after all.
A fight to reach the top of the pile
To go home first
Little does it know that someone
A tall lengthy starving someone
Plans to devour its sweet inside
The apple tastes like a climb up a tree…
The fight was won after all.
Zoo of Chaos
At a concert of exploding balloons
a small girl
eyes wide with wonderment.
she watches the merry-go-round
its a carnival
of colors, lights, music
chipping plastic horses,
and flaking majestic lions.
it spins round and round
as the menagerie of plastic animals
dip up and down.
the merry-go-round is a joyous romp
for this young girl,
whose world is a zoo of chaos
a small girl
eyes wide with wonderment.
she watches the merry-go-round
its a carnival
of colors, lights, music
chipping plastic horses,
and flaking majestic lions.
it spins round and round
as the menagerie of plastic animals
dip up and down.
the merry-go-round is a joyous romp
for this young girl,
whose world is a zoo of chaos
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