sunshining when she feels like rain
raining when she’s searching for the stars
starry when she’s ready for the sun
she clashes with the world
like a head-on collision.
like morning dew in the desert.
like the moon at midday.
but it’s not a bad thing.
because
head-on collisions make friends out of strangers
dew in the desert is as a gift under the tree
and the moon creates a glow that otherwise wouldn’t exist
if only the world would understand...
if only the world co
u
l
d understand...
that it hurts when they wad her up
and throw her under a rolling pin
and stab her life with cookie cutter shapes
while the rest of her is left to die.
that their suffocating labels
have no air holes or explanations,
so she's inventing new ways to breathe.
and that it takes more courage
than they will ever know
to walk the path where she is
the legato in a world of staccato.
Author notes
I think there's a lot of truth to this... but people usually don't look at it that way.
Written June 8th, 2005
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well done
i enjoyed this. interesting text dropping. with could... i also love the title, it provides a nice contrast with some of the darker images in the poem. <3 -
why hullo there... lydia...
this poem is just awesome. amazing. you have got talent. so many random things culminated together, but they make sense. excellent.
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This is really good... and really different from your usual style. I like it though!
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