Desperately Seeking

To whom it may concern
I am desperate
desperately seeking
The girl I used to be
The one who dreamed
The one who loves pineapple and ham
on Pizza
Who loves to sit
for a whole hour
by the lake
enjoying a cup of coffee
in the quiet
who longs to spend just ten minutes
all alone
the girl who writes
for the pure simple joy
of writing
who doesn’t give two shits
that it isn’t your kind of writing
it’s mine
It doesn’t have to rhyme
it has to touch
my soul
and if there is
anything good in my heart
it will touch
just one more
The girl
who loves to color
who sings
WAY off-key
because the song
can’t be contained
The girl
who watches people
and listens to music
sitting quietly
because that is what feels right
who can sit
on a river bank
or sit
on the beach
for more than fifteen minutes
without having to
I am desperately seeking

My Oddness

Decades upon decades

I’ve strive to fit in

cookie cutter perfect

in the world

of perfect cookies

yet why

with age


I don’t give a damn

and here I am

one sock purple

the other red

fat in leggings

Figment shirt

covers my butt

— I am that self aware

I don


tinfoil hat

in preparation

of the adventure

I strap on my fairy wings

Slip into my tutu

yes over my leggings

it is cold after all

grab a fist full

of thorns that have roses

and dandelions

and milkweed fluff

off I go

to become the me

that no one ever

wanted me to be

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Tilt my heart

I know every line
Every crease
every stitch
in the toes of my shoes
every crack in the sidewalk
that I walk every day
I count
the blades of grass
and see the ants
as they creep through their day
my neck is sunburned
my face pale
from avoiding the sun
looking down
viewing the world
from its trash and shadows
tears as they fall
leave shorter tracks
when they only fall from
the bridge of my nose
and few people bother to see
the tracks that hide in your glasses
I hide
the ache in my heart
behind the foolishness
pain in my eyes
behind laughter, giggles and almost smiles.

Fight to look
to the stars
to the clouds
fight to remind my heart
that it has
the right to fly
not hide
okay to be
the me of my dreams