I am from my childhood
blistered by barefeet
born from summer mornings and autumn afternoons
I am from the age of my house
crippled by the creaks of the porch
chipped, like the paint
I am from my family
brightened by the sight of my sisters smile
broken by the sound of my mothers tears
I am from my dreams
captured by fragments of fantasy
constantly, blissfully dreaming
I am from the world around me
breathless at the sight of the sunrise
carelessly clouding the straight lines of my life
burned by the agony of loss
and forever in awe of the Earth
I am from the world, and one day I will return to it.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
Maybe you should join the monster under the bed.
He is afraid of the dark, too.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Too striking,
those two dark eyes-
both heartbreakers.
Mine less gorgeous.
Like my flowery perfume,
my short, flirty skirt,
supposed to be charming.
But, as we danced
His eyes flitted
briefly to my neck or my hair
Not jealous
Studying
Scolding
my droll twirl
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC