“The Sun”

Made of fire
and of light
the sun is always
eliminating night.

When I’m outside,
and there’s no rain,
heat on my skin
gives no pain.

I feel more alive
than I’ve ever known
like a bright star
who’ll never turn to stone.

So why is it
when the light
gradually leaves
from my sight

that my energy,
once high and strong,
fumbles and dies
as the shadows turn long.

A child of the sun,
a warrior of the light,
without that warmth
I lose all my fight.

I’ve become the sun
thriving with the day
and then bowing to the dark
with nothing left to say.

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“It’s So Funny”

Ha ha ha!

It’s been
four months
since I’ve seen you last

when there was ice
in the air
and biting frost
grazing through my hair

but you were warm
like the sun,
warming my cold,
I know we had fun.

Now you’re back
and it’s summer
but I
don’t really
know how to explain.

Something’s cool
in your smile
and it’s starting
to show
that you’ve changed.

Was I just
something
to pass the
snowy time?
A chip of ice
to cool down
your flame.

That blonde
you’re looking at
now is damn fine.
Looks like heat
is more within
your sight line.

I can see through
that facade
like a window
of cracked glass.

Seasons change,
connections don’t
last.

I guess
I was just
a cool breeze
to make the time
pass.

How funny.

Ha.
Ha.
Ha

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“Boy Next Door”

I looked for you
when I rounded the bend
on our street.

I looked for you
when the sun was high
and the air filled with heat.

If it was raining out
I knew our paths
would surely not meet.

I thought I always
was the one
to notice you first.

I thought I always
tried to find the right words
only my voice was dried by thirst.

Probably, it was for the best
to stay on the sidewalk
as a girl, silent and cursed.

Then, one day walking
down our street
I noticed a flash of color.

Him going one way,
and I the other, neither of us stopped
except in the looks we gave each other.

I held your eyes,
and you held mine
until out of sight in that breath of summer.

After, I wondered
what it meant.

Me always looking to you
and then you seeing me.

Maybe you too thought words
weren’t the only way to speak.

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“Fairytale”

Once upon a time…
is how I shall begin.
A castle wrought in ivory
and knights dressed in tin.

A jovial king
made of poultry
and sweet pie.
A dour queen
subdued to never question
how or why?

Money and power
the kingdom
had renowned.
With two princes to boot
hunting in the woods
to be found.

The older
of the two
was strong and fit
but the younger
was smarter and
drowning in wit.

One day the older got an idea
to take his little brother
out to hunt deer
only his motives
in the situation
were very unclear.

As usual they rode together
on black horses
of noble breed
until the older deserted
the younger, losing him
in the woods was the deed.

The younger called out
and realized too late
that he was alone,
left to die
with his whereabouts
unknown.

Days passed
into weeks
and the king and queen
mourned their loss
of the little prince
gone and unseen.

The prince
was never to return
do you see?
For in those
very woods
he built his own country.

He used his head
to find shelter
and food,
he made friends
with the foxes
wild and shrewd.

He survived
and grew older
in a castle of trees.
A kingdom of nature
that stretched all
the way to the seas.

Did you think this was
a story of revenge
and deceit?
Sometimes the best comeback
is living well
and not falling to defeat.

The younger prince knew
what his brother
had done,
so he did one better
and lived a happy life
under the sun.

Living well
is retribution
kept hush
because swords are flashier,
as is dying
in the dust.

But don’t think
the older prince
still got to be.
His kingdom fell to ruin
while the younger’s
is still free.

As this is a fairytale
and I the crafter
all that’s left to say is
that prince lived happily ever after.

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“Cruelty”

Snark
has two faces.
One
for criticism
and the other
for telling truth.

Bitterness
has two sides.
One
for seeing the world
as it truly is
and the other
for knowing
that some things
never change.

Pain
has two
pointed edges.
One
for stabbing others
and the other
for stabbing yourself.

You ask why
I’m cruel?
Because
for too long
I have been
selfless
in giving myself away
until all
my kindness
had
left.

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“Mama’s Poem”

Oh, hey
did you see
the sunrise outside
today?

Oh, hey
did you notice
the flowers
singing this May?

Oh hey,
did I tell you
I love you
if not, let me say…

Dear Mama,

I’ll put the sun in the sky
for you to see
because even if it’s raining
the cheery star
for you I’ll be.

If you want I’ll grow you
all the flowers
in rainbow colors
so the hummingbirds will come
for hours and hours.

Whatever you need,
today and forever
I’ll be there to help
Our bond stronger
than even the wildest weather.

Oh, hey did I say…?
I love you
Mama,
Happy Mother’s Day!

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