Molly Grace

Molly Grace Apr 2011

Fog

The world is big
Bigger than me
Looking at all the eyes
Knowing what they want
I want to hide
Maybe walking through a fog
Is safer than seeing where I'm going

Molly Grace Apr 2011

Writer's Block

Your words move my pen
Your frown forces my eraser
Every time my ink touches paper
Your blue eyes block my thoughts
I try to write about other things
But it always becomes you
You invade my dreams
You conquer my poems
With you, writer’s block has a new meaning
You are my writer’s block

Molly Grace Apr 2011

Prayer

For the weak
and the strong
and the poor
and the rich.
For the lonely
and the alone

Those with tears in their eyes
that fall into our souls

For the dying
and the dead
and the newborns everywhere.
For the broken
and for those who piece them back together

White
Black
Gay
Straight
Happy
Sad

Whether you believe in God
or many or none
And despite the fact you may not accept this

I will still pray for all of us

Molly Grace Apr 2011

Mother Nature

Hey, little girl, there's a problem brewing
You sit in your garden, your anger stewing
Life isn't fair; it's pathetic and wrong
But keep your head high, and try to stay strong
It won't get easier, I'm afraid
This life of lies, and masquerade
One problem is gone, another appears
No one but you can **** your fears
When the sun sets you close your eyes
Frightened of your inevitable demise
Nothing can comfort but your candle light
You are only safe in the arms of your knight
It hasn't rained for weeks and weeks
Tears fall down from eyes to cheeks
Your garden is dying
Its leaves are drying
Under a tree when the moon is not out
The world hears your dying shout

Molly Grace Mar 2011

Mirror

I'd like to spend an afternoon inside your head
If that's not too much to ask
You see, I'm just curious

How do you see me?

When I look at myself,
reflected backwards in a mirror,
all I see are flaws

My hair is unruly.
Curly and tangled.
It takes hours to do it the way you like

My skin is home to
bumps and scratches.
It's cracked and dry and pale

My teeth are crooked
My eyes are dull
My body is nothing special

So this, my love, is why I ask
to look through your eyes just once
and see myself as Beautiful

Molly Grace Mar 2011

Goodnight

The chipper sun sleeps under
his thick blanket of
black night sky.
His sister takes his place
as our watcher

And I have said my last words
of the day.
My mind buzzes with thoughts
and memories and ideas

But I am on the sun's schedule
so I lay my head down
and wrap my own blanket
- though not as comforting as the black night sky -
around my resting self

Through unopened eyes
I can see a world that is all my own
and become the girl I have always
wanted to be

Molly Grace Mar 2011

Dreamer

Escape to your dreams -
to a world that is yours.
Where your only boundary
is your desire to create