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Molly Claire May 2011
We run and jump and skip and fly
As we dance in the rain
We pitter patter with our feet
As we dance in the rain
Puddles with streaks of colored light we see
As we dance in the rain
They are gone as soon as we splash
As we dance in the rain
You hold me tight and rock me slow
As we dance in the rain
Every time I look at you, I think of the day
We danced in the rain
Even after you have left I will always
Dance in the rain
And think of you and me
Molly Claire May 2011
Things are looking up
It is love
No one can tell me it's not
I am young
People call me crazy
But I know this feeling
Things are looking up
Molly Claire May 2011
Sitting on a bench, I saw
The most peculiar thing
A ******* bird came swooping down
Wearing a diamond ring
 
He looked at me as I stared back
Not sure what to do
Then the bird, so very quickly
Took my own black shoe
 
I ran after him yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!”
But he didn’t care to listen
So I started putting up signs all over town
That said my shoe had gone a’missin’
 
I searched and searched, I looked all day
And nothing did I find
Until the ******* bird
Appeared inside my mind
 
He came when I was sleeping
It was almost like a nightmare
He told me that I’d never get my shoe back
And that I should cease to care
 
But that’s something I would never do
I needed that shoe of mine
That was my only pair that was black
I wore them when I went to dine
 
Once I had looked
For almost thirty years
I finally let out
My sad, surrendering tears
 
The bird had won
I decided that
I did not plan
On getting that shoe back
 
Once the first tear fell from my eye
I heard a knock on my door
I opened it, yet no one was there
I looked down to the floor
 
And that’s when I saw it
My very own black shoe!
I could not believe my eyes
I thought it was all a dream too
 
Then on the underside of the shoe
There was a little note
It was signed from the bird!
And this is what he wrote:
 
Dear Miss Shoe Owner,
I am sorry to make you cry
All I wanted was a little fun
Now I guess this is goodbye
 
I cried and cried, I cried all day
But they were happy tears
For that bird had kept me running
Through all these years
 
Thank you ******* bird
Wherever you may be
You forever and always will
Be a friend to me
Molly Claire May 2011
In the ground I grow
I grow plump
I grow red 

Once I am all done
I am yanked out of my home
Yanked out of my warm dirt 

I am taken with strong hands
Placed in a basket
Where I meet all of my brothers

We will all have the same fate
We are baked
Slowly dying

We stain the hands of our murderers
We are no longer whole
We are gone
Molly Claire May 2011
Bright orange strokes
Painted on
Cover the top of the canvas
As your stare travels down
Reds, purples, pinks
Splashed on the rest of the empty space
A sunset is what I picture
Closing my eyes I can feel the heat of the sun
On my face
Shining from the sky
Art is the concrete imagination
That we are always searching for
Molly Claire Mar 2011
You ask me what's wrong
And I lie to you.

I can't tell you the truth
Because my problem is you.

You're tearing me apart
Bit by bit.

And you have no idea
How it's killing me.

Every day there's a smile on my face
But it's fake.

You'll never know
And that's what hurts the most.
And that's what kills
Molly Claire May 2011
I don't think you understand
Why this is the way I am

You really need to know
Why my self-esteem's so low

You probably won't care what I have to say
But I gotta tell you anyway

You hate me, you rate me,
With your stupid words

But I just try to fly above them
Like a little bird

Though every time you say something mean,
It's like trying to shoot me down

And I don't have much of a choice
But to fall right to the ground

And you don't even have a clue
What those stupid words really do.
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