In my mind,
An orb.
Pretty and whte.
It stores my happiness!

My sweet little orb.
Keeping my happy memories safe!
Everyone wants some happiness too.
I’m not greedy, I'll share with you!

I’m happy to share,
But can you go easy on me?
I’m running low..
I gave you so much.. And yet, you never returned any..

Ah! It’s okay! I’ll be okay..

One by one, my happy thoughts are given away..
My orb is getting small and dark,
Oh happy memories, please save me.
I can’t say no!



Giving away the most precious thing, my orb looks at me with sad eyes, and fades away.

I who cannot say no, follows the once pretty, white orb to the happiest place.

A young girl sits alone crying,
Her heart has been seemingly broken.
Her first confession,
Her first rejection.

An older boy she’s never seen before asks her why she’s crying.
She tells him her woes.
He smiles as if he’s far passed that road.
He points up at the night sky, and tells the girl about the stars.

The girl's tears had stopped flowing.
She asked many questions,
And he told her many things.
The girl felt as though she had much to learn.

The boy said goodbye,
She was not in love.
He was untouchable.
A treasure, to be used only once.

But in ten years, if I see him again, I’ll be sure to say hello.

I’ve seen her before,
A girl in a flowy white dress that matched mine.
When I approached her, she smiled warmly.
Handing me a flower crown she made, she told me her name.

Pretty dresses and high heels,
Barbies and princesses,
Flowers and ponies,
Magic and fairies.

But eventually a princess wants a prince.

Dresses turns to crop tops,
Barbies thrown away,
Ponies replaced by cars,
And magic is gone for good.

Princes arrive for my friend
She is unable to see their true monstrous forms
I don't want to be left behind
A sad fate

When was it, that I, myself, fell for their deceiving looks?

The ocean breeze,
The pinkish sunset,
The sand in my toes,
Your hand in mine.

Your last smile,
My overflowing tears,
My broken scream,
Your ungripped hand.

The moments with you here, the moments without you,
The happy days, the sad ones.

None of those exist today.
Only after images remain.
My eyes beam,
My smile shines.

The ocean breeze,
The pinkish sunset,
The sand in my toes,
My empty hand.

The memory of your smile.

Something catches the brown and white hamsters eye.
A carrot, left behind by someone else who likes carrots.
Fully intent, the hamster attempts to flee his cage,
But alas, the bars are too strong.

Many hamsters, run free,
But he who is afraid of his hamster; will not let it run along.
The longing for a carrot eats away at this sad hamster.
He does not want his hamster to starve, but he cannot risk it ruining his living room.

The carrot rots away, and the hamster is once again sad.

On my tongue, a fiery sensation
Burning my throat and the roof of my mouth
A pepper with an intense flame
My nerves are stimulated, even the slightest stroke is felt on my skin.

The pain of the pepper doesn’t last long.
My tongue becomes bored.
The flavorless taste is what I was used to
But tasting a pepper after living without it, made me addicted.

It happened on a date
He slipped a pepper into my sandwich
At first the spiciness was unsettling, but it soon began to entice me
Thinking he had hurt me, but instead I enjoyed the thrill.

I know it’s wrong
So many spicy things is bad for your body
It is not something I should enjoy
But the taste is engraved on my tongue, and it’s too late to quit this strange hobby of mine.

Not slowly, like sand washing up on shore, but rather all at once.


Like a bubble blown up too big,
Like a shaken bottle of soda with a loose cap,
Like a needle on a freshly blown balloon,
Like a KNIFE on a BREATHING RIB CAGE.


A second before disaster.

But the question is,

Who




Will




Push




The




                   NEEDLE?


No one does.

I return home deflated. A needle cannot end me now.
I wish someone would open the cap, pop the bubble,


But there is no knife on my breathing rib cage.