Born with no silver spoon.
Grew up with very little.
Made something from nothing.
Always made the best of things.

Held on to hope really tight.
Always believed there's a better tomorrow.

Been strong not by choice.
Smiled through all the pain.
Took the good with the bad.
But I wouldn't change anything.

I’ll make a quick text...
Nothing will happen...
Everyone does it...
Breath.
Look down one word
QUCK LOOK UP
That was nothing
Done finish my sent...
And that’s all that it takes put phones down before finishing the sentence.
~Soleil DeLorge~

Gold to brown
Feathers to gems
Black to white
I don’t know whose wonderful face is hidden under disguise
The only clue I have is when your eyes will meet mine
~Soleil DeLorge~

I don't think about it any more
I take out the trash
noting
Sticks caught in the crotch of a tree
The wind does what the wind does
breaks weaker branches down
does not care where
it leaves
them
on its invisible way

Days do what the days do
they don't count themselves
worthy as they go
to release
the afternoon
to evening—
an artless
emptying
to a low spot
where tears tend to pool
if I'd let them down

“You know,
in that low spot
out there...?”
Where it's hard to see
Where its hard to care?

They take heart
out
divide it by energy
for sadness—
I haven't got

Watched the clock go round
wipe out my little plans
with relentless hands

...and I never got dressed today