When she was a child
is when she found her love.
She explored the stories,
and they fit her like a glove.
It was amazing,
how they kept her so entranced.
It was beautiful,
how her imagination danced.
But then came the characters
that had no fatal flaw.
Everywhere she looked,
her dull reality she saw.
Unhappy with this,
she read more and more.
She ignored those to close to her
and it struck them to the core.
She was too busy
in her grave of books.
Hiding herself away
in her secret nooks.
All there was
were printed words,
that flew around
like cartoon birds.
In the end she kept adding
to her collection.
Hoping one day,
Society would reach their perfection.

w.j.w.k

I want you to
pick something.
It can be anything:
integrity,
last Thursday,
your grandmother's
socks.
I don't care what it is
but I want you to
pick that something
out of all the
other somethings
and I want you to
believe in it,
I want you to
scrunch your eyes
up tight and
slow your breathing and
put all your energy
into that singular
belief.
And while you are
busy believing in that
something
I will believe
in you.

Dolls are always your friends
and never scream or shout.
They are where you left them
and never move about!

Dolls can be fantastic,
made of cloth or even plastic.
They always have poise
and never make too much noise!

Dolls make a fine guest
and understand when you need rest.
They won’t laugh when you sing,
Dolls say the right thing!

Dolls are just so utterly great!
But don’t you control their fate?

w.j.w.k

It’s not too common,
to find those lovers
that level you up.

They are not easy to find,
you search and search
because you must do so.

But you do eventually,
they instantly help you
and make you stronger.

You must remember:
those lovers don’t have to be on your team
those lovers don’t have to be in your life

You choose the happiness on your journey.

w.j.w.k

I once was a believer,
in everything good and pure.
I found comfort in balloons and smiles,
the things that brought joy.

The simplicity of happiness used to be a hug.
I now know it is something that I can't have,
I can't deserve it for the things I've done.
The way she looked at me, when I told her so,
It hurt the worst, but I smiled at the thought.

I could feel again, and that was a need.
Though, it didn't change my decisions,
on who I used to be.

I found comfort in love and all it's hellish lies.
If it was my trust that broke,
then my trust is my demise.

w.j.w.k