Happy DelusionI remember when I was a little girl,Happy Delusion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unaware of the cares of the big bad world.
It seems that everything that I knew back then
(now frayed and faded into 'way back when')
Was tinged with a hint of a big bright yellow -
Delighting and exciting and in no way mellow -
That with every remembrance evokes a smile
As I blink and think and recollect a while.
And with each and every recollection,
As I ponder the fond thought with pure affection,
The scene changes before me, ever so slightly,
The tint gets lighter as the sun shines brightly,
The smiles grow wider both daily and nightly,
The heroes of my childhood grow heroic and knightly,
I hold on to all those old memories tightly
For memories like these are far too fickle and flighty.
For instance - some of the men who work around here,
With their tech and their specs and electrical gear,
Seem to think that those memories that I so cherish
Are more, they're sure, than a bit embellished.
They tell me, those men in their white coats,
Cupid Murdered MeI'mCupid Murdered Me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lost my since of balance.
I'm all t w i s t e d,
My world is standing upside
Curse this cursed g
Fairy TaleOnce upon a time they sayFairy Tale5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There lived a girl in Santun Bay
She was once a sweet girl, kind and pretty
But now poor and homeless, more's the pity.
It all started a few years ago,
this girl's piteous tale of woe.
Before she was a woman grown,
She lost all she'd ever known.
Her parents died in a house fire,
And with them gone her life grew dire.
She grew up begging on the streets
And never had enough to eat.
She learned to cheat and lie and steal,
Would do anything for one good meal.
So when she came across a man
Who offered food, she never ran.
She took his proffered arm instead,
And was led to an inn where she'd be fed.
And when the bountiful meal was done,
She was once again inclined to run.
But now he took HER by the arm,
And promised her he meant no harm,
But would she be so kind to sit
And speak with this poor old man a bit?
So she sat back down, quite nervous now
And listened as he told her how
He came to be in this small town.
Listening, she began to frown -
This man spoke of wond
PorcelainPowerless,Porcelain4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from the start.
Build God, Then We'll Talk I pass the same house in three colour-coordinating shades, stumbling in an attempt to find mine, cursing home owners' societies and wishing I had a bottle to clutch at my side like a cross, but it's been gone for two hours or maybe four minutes, because I'm not sure where it went, just that I emptied it and now I walk on feet too light to carry my feather weight. I am light like alcohol, like clouds, like candied cotton, and I am heavy with green apple vodka and with 100% juice and now with memories of weekends spent in tree houses, sliced apples and cinnamon sugar rolling on my tongue and innocent laughter rolling from my lips and climbing higher, higher, searching for a high so different from the one I look for now. My sweater smells strongly of pot and something earthy like mud, but I hug it to myself as I try not to trip over cracks in sidewalks, because I seem to have misplaced my shirt. And my shoes.Build God, Then We'll Talk6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DreamerHe's a dreamer...Dreamer9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living in his hidden world
Living somewhere I can't reach him
He's a dreamer...
With coral oceans and painted skies
Just dancing in his magical eyes
He's a dreamer...
Screaming doesn't reach him
Reality has no hold
He's a dreamer...
Oh but what happens
When all dreaming ends?