Starry Eyed

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Wide eyes

Bushy hair

Tightening that first tie

With the same determination as every step from then on

Much tumbling after

Then came squinty eyes

Little hair

Belt tightening over a round belly

Filled with ups and downs

Feet still pounding

Yet heavier and heavier

I don’t want that

I can’t have that

I like the bellies hanging low

Squinty eyes or not

The feel of breeze below the feet

Will be enough

No care for a full head of hair

A roughened hand with a song slipping through my lips

And eyes still full of stars

Now thats the way to be

I’ll take the splinters

Not the bruising dress shoes scraping off my glitter

Besides my stars will blind before that ever happens

 

 

 

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As Whole As Can Be (part 2)

as whole as can be 2

Who determined that?

All of you were just mere fragments

Who are you to point out the cracks?

What makes you deserving of the pedestal?

Giving a glare to the dusted

We’re fine down here

We see things more clearly than you do

And we aren’t as likely to fall

Closer to the ground

Is where we’d rather be

Collecting Light

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Slipping into the corners where it is only black

Or just a speck within the swarm of flies

Collecting light

Placed in her jacket closest to her chest

Reaching for tiniest glimmer to add spark in those heels

After all that’s what she she relies on for an extra bounce

Not a chance any even heard of her collections or even tried for such treasures

But it’s the way she likes it

To her dismay, though, buzz surrounds only when her elbows bruise

And her head hits the ground during this conquest

And in those moments the sun rays strike and she melts

She is stripped, empty handed

The lonely jacket almost in shreds

There is every chance now to witness and it is always taken

In that chance the buzz can be heard from any direction

But shortly scuffs and finds another interest

The ring still bleeds in her ears well after they’re gone

The rays penetrating

She struggles to slip into her patchy jacket and runs for the corner again

But that light will always still be waiting for her to catch

This she holds on to and waits and waits and waits for

 

Just a question

Have you ever experienced pain that was none of your doing, yet you felt it must be left between your ears only?

And you take the resulting wound as an ugly blemish needed to be disguised. You go on and scrub and scrub. It appears to be gone.

If it’s not there it never happened.

Ever do that so well, that you end up fooling yourself?

Until one day a loud crash halts your steps. Feet frozen as the layers begin to peel back

The scar peeks in sight

A twinge starts in your fingertips and then straight to the chest. It awakens you.

Let that day happen, feel that happen. It is only when you look straight at the wound can you really see anything else.

If you’ve got the right eye, you’ll smile. And take that bruise as a badge that broadens your sight.

Never again will you bury your pain once you’ve seen that day.

Sway

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Sand beneath toes

Waves thrashing

Boats rushing

Lightning struck

Right above the tip of the toes

And yet she sits

Knees pushed against chest

Rain pours

With the slightest drip drop tempo

Following the rhythm of her sway

Puddle sinks toes deeper

Hair plastered against face

Drip drops pick up a beat

As her sway falls short behind

In the darkness behind eyes

The crashing of the waves drown ears

A new rhythm is found

Puddle nears knees

Pruning toes with in the sand

And her sway syncs with the splish splash waves