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Taylor Casino Jan 2013
My parents were killed.
I am broken.
I went to the funeral.
My dress is a brushed ivory.

I have not made contact with my friends.
I have not talked to anyone.
The sun brings in gentle light.

I have moved.
School  in the new town began.
I have met many new people.
Everyone smiles gingerly.
I no longer speak at all.
Everyday is the same.
The sky is a pale blue.

I met a boy.
His hair is a pastel yellow.

I talked to him.
He laughed.
It made me smile.
His lips are a faint pink.

He asked me out.
I said yes.
His skin is a soft cream.

He loves me.
I love him.
His eyes are a mellow blue.

We date through high school.
I finally talk again.
I have made friends.
His shirt is a gentle gray.

He asked me to marry him.
I said yes.
The rose on his coat is buttery yellow.

He waits for me.
His hands are a warm cotton.

We take each other.
His ring is bright gold.

It matches mine.

I  kiss him.
I love him.
I am whole again.
This poem is from a couple years ago. Although the facts are not real, this framework allowed me to address the struggles I experienced with my friends and family. Good can come from even the worst situations--that is what I have attempted to emphasize.
Taylor Casino Mar 2013
She smiles wider and laughs harder than anyone in the room.
Her eyes sparkle with the vibrancy of life, and her smile hints at the mischief she is capable of.
She sweeps into a room and instantly creates a captive audience.
Her fluid movements mimic moonlight shimmering on a river, while her laughter gives humble humanity to her ethereal presence.
For her, every day is perfection; every day is a performance.

— The End —