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Ginamarie Engels May 2010
there was that one day
i spotted you in the distance
my eyes were like feet in quick sand
they were quickly sinking into your soul
feeling your warmth
like a chilly autumn day when the wind is blowing but the sun is shining down on your face
something was missing
it needed to be filled in.. like that one blank spot in your "winny the pooh" coloring book
i needed someone who could maybe complete me
i needed someone who could maybe help my heart that looked like swiss cheese that was dipped in a smoker's lung
DARK. BLACK.. and EMPTY.
Ginamarie Engels May 2010
beige and brown cargo pants over her freshly shaven legs
breakfast for the morning, burnt toast and scrambled eggs
took a walk downtown, enjoyed the scene
trees shaking from the wind, sea is acting mean
left foot, right foot, the coffee shop she goes
blue eyes, pale skin appear behind the soft, white flakes of snow
frozen movements of lips, heart beats racing on the track
wanting to scream like you just stepped on a tac
imprints of feet leaning in the opposite direction
passing each other by remembering their special affection
drops a tear from her left eye then her right
tries to cover it up, holds her hands over her face tight
him and her, mac and cheese, has been finished
supercalifragilisticexpiala..diminished.
Ginamarie Engels May 2010
I's
Is that really what you see?
My eyes see red, but that's just me.
Old man over there, please tell me what you see.
"I see nothing, mam, that is all that I can see."
Santa Claus, what do you see?
I spy a good girl and a Christmas tree.
Oh, new born baby, what can you see?
Or can you not understand the language of thee?
Drunken ***, take a step forward, try to see what I see.
It is blurry for you but crystal clear for me.
20/40 vision pupils, put on your glasses and please look over there.
Is that a giant bowl of cocoa puffs or a brown grizzly bear?
Do you see what I see or nothing at all?
Is it summertime for you or winter or fall?
Perceptions, perceptions, my eyes are my guide.
They can even see different creatures when they go under covers at night and hide.
Ginamarie Engels May 2010
Jack
When I was walking down the road, I spotted a fly.
His name was Jack and could be seen by only my eye.
From far away, Jacks wings’ flew him east.
Lack of food, he was search of a feast.
Bees, spiders, ants, and insects galore,
gathered around poor jack and his sign "food for the poor."
Ants collected crumbs from the littered Doritos bag,
they were given to jack to diminish his lag.
The bees snuck in their hives and made Jack some honey,
while waiting patiently, a red ant laughed and Jack asked "what’s so funny?!"
Jack flipped up his left wing and wiped tears from his eyes,
when suddenly he realized it was his brother in disguise!
The spiders and Jacks brother began to dance.
Jack never danced before but gave it a chance.
He did the Charlie Brown and Cotton Eye Joe.
He did the Electric Slide and got down low.
Poor ol' Jack ended up with a leg cramp.
When suddenly he saw a bright light from a lamp!
Jacks eyes opened wide and was attracted at first sight,
toward the light Jack went with all of his might!
Closer, warmer, and brighter the light appeared,
Jacks body temperature started to change and he felt a bit weird.
Inches away, he felt the need to touch the light,
Zap, zap, zap! It scorched Jack without need for a fight!
This is a sad tale about Jack, the fly,
but this sad tale is only seen by my eye.

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