Take Flight

On the edge

Leaning forward

Lift up and leap

Floating then diving

Wind racing at my face

Gliding down

A phoenix in the night

Flames a tail

Flickering behind me

Painting the sky

Adrenaline rushing

Through my veins

My arms are wings

Flying faster

Speed increasing

The ground is in my sight

Pull a chord

And float again

Drifting slowly down

My feet touch earth

I skim the surface

And finally catch my breath

I was worlds away

But now I’m back

The sky will always be my friend

Fame

Heart racing

Stomach tight

I’ve been waiting for this night

Center stage

My dream’s come true

A thousand faces in my view

Applause and praise

Comes my way

A million voices scream my name

And I’ve made it

I’m in heaven

Screaming fans

Roses falling where I stand

Tears of joy

And tears of love

All for me no lack there of

As I’m walking through the crowd

Hands clamber out to get a chance

Of even just a little glance

Of my fair smile

Once I’m home

I make some tea

See myself on the TV

My life has changed

I can’t go back

To my little hermit act

I will never be alone

Again

No

I walked in

Saw a random girl

Felt sorry for her with her unkempt hair and her blank expression

Wrote down my name

They pointed out the girl to me

Mom walked up to her

No, that isn’t her

Mom said hello

The girl didn’t respond

I took another look at her

The girl had her face, but it wasn’t her, it couldn’t be her

It was her.

Mom continues to talk to her

Mom tries to stir her

She just stares straight out with that blank expression

Her eyes were clouded and her jaw was dropped

She was asleep awake

I’m sitting right next to her, but she doesn’t notice me, her own sister

She had to be propped up by pillows

Mom continues to talk to her

Mom tries to get her to notice me

She doesn’t stir

I breakdown

I can’t handle it

I leave

That was not her

That was not my sister.

She might as well have died

She basically did.

Ballerina

I curl my feet up

Bone by bone

Until I’ve risen

To my toes

Ankles tight

Calves and thighs

Pressed together

Bottom in

Lift my chest

Shoulders down

Arms curved up

Fingers reaching

To the sky

And I’m floating

Light as air

Bourrée

Piqué

Port de bras

Floating through the clouds

Leaping

And I’m in

Another world

Gliding through the atmosphere

Escaping orbit

Breathing in

Pirouette

Fouette

Turn again

And I’m spinning

Miles away

Arms reach and pull

Back and forth

Torque increasing

And I’m flying

I feel the sun

My hair whips round

My pulse grows quicker

Losing every minute

Glissade

Arabesque

Throwing caution to the wind

Ripping through the stars

Grand jeté

Another lift

Further from the earth

And I’m gone

Somewhere distant

No one can touch me here.

I’m free.

The music stops

Plié

Finish

And I’m back on solid ground

No applause

My toes are bleeding

No tears or remorse

Just re-tape

Stand up straight

And press play again.

Our Own Place

A poem for this year’s Day of Silence:

Lips against lips

Skin against skin

In the dark of night

No one else will know

Your fingers caress

My body excites

But only here

Can my love show

In our hidden world

Away from all eyes

We can love as ourselves

And let our love grow

By day we’re just friends

Holding hands under tables

Sneaking kisses in bathrooms

Stifling urges to pounce

But here we can flourish

In our secret place

Where flowers bloom

And I’ll never say “no”

Leaves fall in your hair

And we’re part of the meadow

Two girls with a secret

Nobody can know

The Skin I’m In

**I wrote this when I was 13**

                                         Sometimes I look at my skin

I ask why God made me this way

Weird looks directed at my face

Would they be coming from you?

 

Look at my face

What’s the first thing you notice?

Am I not a person like you?

Am I that different?

 

My skin may be different than yours

But is it that important?

My heart beats the same way as yours

It beats the same way as yours

 

It’s my fault I’m not like you

How rude of me to be this way

Different as dogs and cats are we

I shouldn’t even talk to you

 

I am unique

I know this now

But aren’t we all?

I ask of you

 

Roses all bloom

In different colors of the rainbow

Each one of them is glorious

Each one of them is glorious

Rainy Day

Drip drop drip drop
Rain against the window pane
Drip drop drip drop
Hold me in your arms again
Pop and crackle
In the fireplace
In your chest
I will hide my face
From the thunder

Crash and boom
Makes me shudder with fear
Crash and boom
Please draw me in near
Like a child
I will hide under covers
Like a child
I don’t see any others
But you

Your embrace
Makes me safe and warm
In your embrace
I am always at home
Even on a rainy day
Your smile burns the clouds away
And I’m yours
Only yours
Forever

Beaches of Normandy

Omaha beach is where they fought

For the liberty of every tot

I stand here on these beaches

Watching them laugh and play

The children that surround me

Are so happy and gay

I can’t seem to imagine

The battles that occurred

The blood shed on this sand

Makes playing here absurd

Yet children build sandcastles

With the sands that have seen death

Not knowing what surrounds them

Where many took their final breath

To commemorate those men

I lay a single rose

To thank them for this outcome

Those men gave me my freedom

Unrequited

I stare at her longingly

as she reaches out her hand

to the man of her heart.

their looks ooze of Love

and my heart breaks again

why do i cling to Someone

with no interest in her eyes

for a poor little sap like me

whose heart is never wise?

i can’t choose Who my heart picks

to shower with obsession

a flower dropped over a bed

and falls into a field

its thorns pierce through a weak point

and spring forth a new river

washing every inch of me

with wanting i must suppress

if she knew my true feelings,

would she still be my friend?

Can i bottle them forever,

until the very end?

my mind is decided

she must Never know

this burning Love that burns within

and continues to grow

how can a girl like her like Me

a weakened, shriveling aster

withering in the meadow

my dresses lined with dirt

from crawling through the drudges

to find another girl like me

who can and will love me Back.