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Lisa Ann Rakow Mar 2013
Don’t you ever just have that… urge?
That ****** urge that’s tugging at all of your fibers.
The times where you want it so bad, but you just can’t…
That urge…
That ****** urge…
It’s the worst.
But it’s the best worst.
Lisa Ann Rakow Mar 2013
When people twist my words
The flip flop, flip flop of flip flops
When people SIIINNNGGG with the radio
Small children wiping their nose wherever they can
Getting left out
Having to wait for Christmas
Ha ha ha’s of unfunny things
***** elbows
Getting mad over nothing
Now knowing what people are talking about
People trying to control my life
Ventriloquists
Having to work in a group
My peers mocking and making fun of me
When I get beat like an egg
Going through a dry spell with my writing
People not doing what I asked them to do
Spinach, Brussel Sprouts, and the gas they give me
Being treated un=ly
Lisa Ann Rakow Mar 2013
Float, float, floating in the breeze.
Drop, drop, dropping its tears on the world.
Form, form, forming into bunnies and dragons.
Into the breeze,
They fly away,
Until the next day,
When you see them play.
Lisa Ann Rakow Mar 2013
As sad as watching them go to college.
As sad as saying your final goodbye.
As sad as watching them leave you alone on Earth.
As sad as giving your daughter away.
As sad as leaving the place you love.
As sad as telling Winter goodbye.
As sad as going to their grave.
As sad as putting your pet to eternal sleep.
As sad as saying hello to Heartbreak Hotel.
As sad as watching Marley and Me.
As sad as watching their plane go high.
As sad as reading this poem.
As sad as you having no more tears.
Is my heart.
Lisa Ann Rakow Mar 2013
As wavy as the deep blue waves.
As wavy as hair that just got a perm.
As wavy as busy old Lombard Street.
As wavy as the warped board in the garage.
As wavy as the petals on a tulip.
As wavy as the cream in your cocoa.
Are the clouds painting the sky.
Lisa Ann Rakow Mar 2013
We played together.
Toby and I snuggled, too.
We loved each other.
You were my very first dog.
But you aren't my last dog.
Lisa Ann Rakow Mar 2013
She is so lonely.
Ever since he died she has.
Toby and Maisie,
They were inseparable.
Now, she is just so lonely.
Why did you have to leave us, Toby?
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