Too good to be seen Too smart to be mean Too quiet to make noise Too nice sharing toys Too seen Always good Never mean if she would No noise Quiet down Her noise Dropped down D tune Let it rest Far soon But the best Deep down Weighted vest No one knows It’s her… Read More Dropped D
She sits alone, with them nearby Muted screams, diluted by Her grades get by What’s needed-Why? She passes fine No questions asked, continuing along the path She stops again, but leaves it last They seem to think she’s passed the test Not knowing if she’s read……at best As time goes by, she questions…why? The tests… Read More Study me.
She sits alone Tapping her shoe The quiet noise That no knew No one knows A thing about her They think they do But they doubt her Masking her fidget Squirming subtle Silent contents Inner struggle A slight smile Loss of thought Such a trial! And still not caught… And yet again She taps her… Read More Quiet. Noise.
Patiently impatient Pacing back and forth Sneakers tapping the pavement Silent knock on the door Swollen lips Bit down to bloody bits Finger tips Calloused from lack of quit Reaching for water Driven by madness Preventable thirst Alone surround by it They don’t know Never will This secret, this pill I can’t swallow beyond the… Read More An ode to my ever so demanding anxiety…
I can’t be the moon so I’ll be a star Out in the distance Not too very far I’ll be around Now and again If the moon goes dark I’ll be there, my friend Lighting your path Until you need me again Whenever it’s dark You can call on me I’m never too far But… Read More A poem (aka passive aggressive blog post)