Monday, September 27, 2010

Quote

Life was never so beautiful, until you showed me how to see.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

I Am From..

I am from forts made out of kitchen chairs and disney sheets
coaxing the dog to come inside
wagging her tail and tearing it down

I am from crying on the floor
until you build it again
promising only smiles now

I am from honey on toast
because Barney taught me how
I love you, you love me

I am from make believe and imaginary
because you don't want to play with me
to old for that kind of fun

I am from building forts alone
coaxing the old dog to come inside
sleeping on her stomach

I am from taking it apart
and putting it away
because it's not fun without you

I am from honey on toast
which turns out to be gross
I love you, your to cool

I am from make believe and imaginary
because you don't want to play with me
to old for that kind of fun

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Wishing-Bone

I love the wishing bone in my windowsill,
The way it longs to be broken, sitting on that ledge.
Never jumping or inching close, it simply sits and waits
For me to pick it up and share a wish with someone close to me.
People complain of broken hearts and body parts and feelings of despair,
But the wishing bone offers itself, for no personal gain.
I hold it up and say "make a wish"; the wishing-bone, it trembles,
For it's true wish in being granted, to give a wish to you.
You shut your eyes and think real hard; we snap the wishing-bone,
It's you that got your wish-come-true but you are not alone.
I love the wishing-bone in my windowsill,
The way it longs to be broken, sitting on that ledge