Other PeopleWho cares what other people thinkOther People3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When all that counts is what is real?
Life is about what you do,
And love is about how you feel;
Neither - what people think of you.
Trust your heart to choose,
For already, somehow,
It knows what you must lose
To get there from right now.
Who cares what other people say,
Or what they think they know about?
Other people can be wrong;
Jumping to conclusions without
Listening the entire song.
We call it a leap of faith.
They say its a fall.
But when I am with you,
They don't matter at all.
Dear MotherHi Mommy,Dear Mother3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember when you used to take me out to play,
With all the kids and dogs and birds,
And you told me then and there that I would go far,
That I would soar and see the world,
And I would sprout alabaster wings to save the world.
And I will never forget the day when you told me,
That I could be whatever I wanted
I got an A in class today.
I raised my hand and answered the big-girl question.
The teacher likes my thoughts and words.
She says I have a brain that's beautiful and big,
That my talents will help the world and make you proud.
And I hope that I am becoming what you want me
I tried out for a sport today just like you wanted and got on the team.
I know I'm not that good, but I'll work harder to be just like you were.
My classes are tough but I promise I'll keep trying,
And I hope you'll have time for me today when I come home.
I know you're busy, but I want to tell you about my day.
You'll probably be out with your friends, so I'll just go h
RisingWithin the marble walls, we builtRising3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A city made of stone;
The pillars were our pillows and
The dome became our throne
As underneath the murals brushed
Into the ceiling-sky
We stood and sung our raging song
And raging rose our cry
'Till all the posters we had hung
Shook with some unseen breeze--
And I can hear still, if I would
Our echoing reprise.
We marched awhile 'neath the sun
But longer through the snow
Around we went, around we went
Now wither will we go?
They ask me and I do not know
Though there must be somewhere
Not near as beautiful, I think
Nor with a snow-fall's glare
But maybe where our laden tracks
Can beat into the ground
And like an oft-repeated prayer
Our sound will e'er surround.
Within our marble hearts, we built
This stirring voice I hear
From fossils in the soaring steps
From sight fearless and clear
Though near a hundred years have past
Since stony eyes were bold
In life, as they are now entombed
Within their stony mold:
Not blank beneath their furrowed brows