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
still
on a river bank
fishing
or sit
on the beach
for more than fifteen minutes
without having to
DO
or
BE
or
GO
or
SEE
I am desperately seeking
me
being me
My Oddness
Decades upon decades
I’ve strive to fit in
cookie cutter perfect
in the world
of perfect cookies
yet why
with age
comes
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
my
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
(contest entry for allpoetry.com)
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
Clandestine Writing... 