Two years into adulting.
It’s possible, who knew?
I look the same as yesterday
But today I’m twenty two!

Dentist trips still freak me out,
Sometimes I burn an egg.
My blanket covers both my feet,
So monsters won’t grab my leg.

I don’t go out on Friday night,
My ankles feel the weather.
And when I help the kids with homework,
We both learn math together.

Sometimes I’ll burst out crying
For no reason at all.
I know the words to one rap song,
And still prefer guys tall.

My puns are all intended,
There is a spoon I hate,
I’ll never mix my whites and brights,
I can’t stay up too late.

My life has been a wild ride
But I’m thankful for each day.
One day I hope to be mature,
One day... but not today.

Dear younger me, where have you gone?
It saddens me to think it’s been so long.

I miss your smile, the way your eyes lit up.
The happiness that overfilled your cup.

You were carefree, your heart untouched by sorrow.
At peace with yesterday, today, tomorrow.

When did it start? the whispers made of lead;
The lies that swarmed like flies inside your head.

They told you what you were wasn’t enough.
They touched your creamy soft skin and made it tough.

You clung to every whisper, every lie.
Believed you weren’t enough, with just one try.

I’m sorry for not sticking up for you.
For not reminding you of what was true.

Instead, I hurt you more, destroyed your pride.
Made you forget the girl you were inside.

I pity you, your heart was so naïve.
I’m sorry for what I made you believe.

I didn’t mean to speak to you so rough.
I’m sorry for not loving you enough.

Try to remember who you were, for me.
Before the world told you who you should be.

My dearest Prince Charming, have you lost your way?
The road that you took must’ve led you astray.

You missed a few turns, now your horse wants to drink.
“Was it this way or that way?” And you sit down to think.

Your throat is too dry and your leg has a cramp.
It’s getting too dark, you’ve decided to camp.

The bonfire’s blazing, you’re feeling alright.
You’ll continue your journey when you see the sun light.

Many weeks have gone by and you’re still in no hurry.
I’ve been waiting for you, now I’m starting to worry.

Did you fall off a cliff or drown in the lake?
Did you catch a disease or get bitten by a snake?

My love is still waiting, all gift-wrapped and ready.
It’ll soon collect dust so come claim it already.

We have places to go, and people to see.
Oh how happy together we’ll be, you and me.

Every day I’ll wake up as the sun is still rising.
And I’ll watch till I see you ride up the horizon.

When I was young and still quite dumb,
I tried out something just for fun.
I didn’t know if it would work,
My sister said I was berserk.

Feeling a little bit too clever,
I tied a few bed sheets together.
Then tied the sheet rope to the bed
“Please hold my weight”, I silently begged.

I opened the window, dropped the rope,
And for the best I only hoped.
With both my arms around the twine,
I started inching down the line.

Then, suspended in mid air,
I heard the rope begin to tear,
And with a rather dreadful sound,
From two floors up I plummeted down.

Around mid fall I heard a crack,
I landed, grunting, on my back.
My head felt dizzy, my finger ached;
The whole length of my back was scraped.

I walked home limping in a shame.
For there was no one else to blame.
Oh, and one thing worse than my broken finger?
My entire family watching from the window.

I woke up early morning
With one thought in my head.
“I cannot wait until tonight
When I am back in bed.”

I’m on my second coffee
And still I’m not awake.
I pour a third and fourth cup;
My hands are starting to shake.

Don’t attempt to speak to me
Before the clock strikes ten.
It’s hard for me to form a sentence-
Or even a word - till then.

And if you know what’s good for you
Don’t ask me “where’s that smile?”
I will not hesitate to slap you;
I’m feeling extra vile.

Luckily, this cloud will pass,
It’s just a friendly warning.
So you will know what to expect
From me tomorrow morning.

It's way too hot
Call 911
Write out a ticket
To the sun

I may have died
Can someone check?
I need a beverage
Past my neck

I'm breathing in
Somebody's sweat
I'd pat your back
But it looks wet

My last brain cell
Has over-heated
I might combust
If left untreated

I needed that vent
No pun intended
Let's hope this summer’s
Not extended

There is a seedling
Planted in
The soil of my heart.

She’s delicate
But full of life;
A priceless work of art.

A gentle touch,
A loving hand,
Is all she really needs

To open up
And face the sun,
And sprout her first new leaves.