Windy

Tall in your class,
A class of your own
Straight hair falling into your eyes
Shaggy to be fashionable
Your thin form wears that uniform
That mark of identity; you belong here
You belong

Among the familiar
Our hair and eyes the same
Afraid to speak, to think too far
I'm hiding behind the uniform,
Safety in being like everyone else
I want to belong

Leader of your class
Soft smile, mischievous eyes
Plainly adorned with dimpled beauty
Striving to comprehend
To feel, to communicate
To know and be heard
You've carved out an identity, but still live here
You don't belong

So excited behind my facade
For new perspectives
I can't hide my smile
(my dimples always give me away)
New opportunities
Striving to succeed
To please, to get OUT
To know and be heard
Even if it means
I won't belong...

posted by Unknown @ 10:12 AM

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Monday, March 28, 2005

            Rejection

She sat beside him,
Kneeling on the floor.
He, sat in the chair,
And did not look down.

Her eyes searched him,
She made awkward chat.
He, gave short replies,
And did not look down.

She touched his arm,
Longing for his gaze.
He, ignored her plea,
And did not look down.

Her heart hurt mutely,
Searching for reason.
He, ignored the pain,
And did not look down.

She looked at him,
Quite at his mercy
He, silently dismissed,
And did not look down.

posted by Unknown @ 9:30 AM

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Thursday, March 10, 2005

When I look around at all that I own
                           It is not much,
I make the most of what I have,
                   Use it, make it stretch.

Look at the art that covers my walls
Or the furniture in my living room
                It really isn't worth much
                In the economy of the world.

                      A few cents for paper
           A couple dollars for some pastels
And I have the richest painting
I could ever afford.

                         An old chair
                       A used blanket
Makes the most exquisite furnishings
I'll probably ever own.

All that I have are shattered pieces
                Of others lives cast aside
Because it has suddenly
             Become worthless in being broken.

My life is filled
           With the things that have become
                  Too burdenous for others,
And all it is a blessing and joy for me.

                As a grouch hordes garbage,
I'll take on your unwanted dreams,
                   All that you don't want,
                             Or won't need.

I'll take it and make it mine.
      All that reason tells you is useless, futile,
Give it up,
It'll be enough for me.