Wednesday, April 27, 2011
First Impressions
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Question Number 4
Grown Ups
So here’s a little girl
She smiles and she laughs at your dumb
Little jokes like little lambs
Lullaby, lullaby
Of the boy bands that she loves
She’s a freshman
With kites and summer breezes
She dreams of her prince charming
Saving her from her reveries
She’ll lean her head to one side and smile
But her eyes are like a doll’s
Glassy
As she stares off at the stone castle
Off in the distance
So far you can’t see it
You can’t see it
You know why?
Neither do I
What’s she looking at?
Why does she smile so?
Like a little pink rose bloomed
On her pale face
All of the sudden.
Children
Prim, proper
Come now, be reasonable
You can’t run a business
With singing and dancing
You can’t win in the world
With a paintbrush and pen
Crisp
Say it with me
CRISP! CLEAN!
Adjust your tie
Smooth your taught skirts
Keep calm, carry on
This is why you’re here.
Grow up
BUT I DON’T WANNA!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
My Favorite Color Is Green
When he laughs, they curve UP like a crescent moon
When he's sad, they are glossy like a doll's eyes
And ever so big
Green is the moss under our feet
I dreamed of shared blackberry ice cream
And laughs made of summer breeze
Drowned in apricot sky
Green is the Celtic knots I drew
Locked away, locked away
From our adventures, I was locked away
Until I cried