Daycare ABC's

A falls asleep to the sound of B's snoreing while
C chases D who stole E's keys, F tells them to be quiet,
G dances with H, I sees all, and J sees none,
K pulls L's ponytail, M tatles because N ate Q's cookies while
P and Q spin in circles, R hugs S
and T hangs upside-down in U's arms while
V throws toys to W and X chases Y on bikes,
all while Z was on the phone talking about
                                            how A fell asleep.

Everything I Never Wanted to Remember

It’s 2011 March 1^st
and it’s raining, little droplets
running down the dark window.
I didn’t know I loved the rain,
pouring down from the sky like water from the tap.
I don’t like
comparing rain to water from the tap.

I didn’t know I liked flying
until that one day he taught me to jump from the swing.
I’ve never actually flown though
does that count?

I’ve always loved tag,
chasing people around the playground,
only to tackle them in a tickle fight.
I love the simple two person tag,
and we’d run around in circles chasing each other.

I never knew I liked falling,
landing in a pile of freshly raked leaves
until we spent the afternoon taking turns.
I never knew I loved the silence
mixed with the sound of his heartbeat,
until that day when we hid in the woods behind his house.

I’ve never liked fighting
screaming at the top of our lungs
just to see who could be louder.
And I don’t like keeping secrets,
the ones that hurt to know.

I didn’t know I loved being missed,
until I walked away only to have him chase after me.
I don’t like
being the one doing the missing.

We’re spinning in circles,
dancing and laughing.
Then we fall, my head next to his
our breathing ragged.
We smile at nothing and he laughs his loud laugh.

Then we fight again, only this time
there is no hugs to make it better.
I’m yelling, screaming for someone to hear me,
and throwing punches, while he just lets me.
He walks away and leaves, there are no reassurances
he doesn’t promise to write and I don’t apologize.

It’s a few years later and I didn’t know
that I hate sad endings,
the unfinished stories. I didn’t
know that loving the rain would bring out
everything I never wanted to remember.

What Am I?

What am I? This rippled figure
In the water, makes me think
Me, the epitome of shy-ness
Unable to take the initiative
The lover of books buried in
My best of friends, the new
Worlds that have yet to be
Discovered, here I am the
Loser of friends and mourner
Of lost causes, little me the
Meaner me, a ruder me
The lost me, with her friends
Of old, a dancer, a runner
Me, the changer, switcher of
Schools, Me avoider of conflict,
Is this what I am? The griever of
Friends, the denier of death,
Me the influencer of decisions,
Annoyer of the blind parental  figures,
Me, the simpler me, a hider, a
Disappearer of epic proportions
The only person that sees all this is
The better me, the perfecter me,
The truer me hidden in my reflection.

I've Never

There are a great many things

That I have yet to do

So I’ve created a list of heart pings

That is long overdue

I’ve never danced a tango

Never flung myself at the ground

And missed or won best all around

Nor hit a monkey with a mango.

I’ve never been paid

To scoop someone ice cream

Never been subject to a police raid

Or held back during a scream

Nor have I gotten sick

From a rollercoaster, never told

A secret or resold

The gifts I didn’t like.

Never have I crashed

My dad’s new truck

Or eaten something smashed

I’ve never tested my luck

In Vegas on a slot machine

Nor have I broke a bone

And survived a cyclone

Or ridden in a submarine.

I’ve never been parachuting

Or eaten a fig

Or gone hang gliding

Nor have I danced a gig

I haven’t run a marathon

Or gone to college

Nor lied about my age

Or worked at the pentagon

There are many things I haven’t done

Things I wish I had

The list just goes on and on

And I’ll keep writing

Wishing it was shorter.

Valentines

what of this
gooey gush
filled holiday
couple after couple
what of the
singles
are we to
ignore the stabs
our hearts left empty

Written on The Sky

Written on the sky.        

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