That One Day
Waves crash in a way remembered.
Poetry whispered into the sea.
Leaves of paper.
Pink.
White.

Am I crying?
Or is that just a sea breeze on my face?
I cannot remember.
And I lie dreaming.

Class
Here I am again,
Writing with my fountain pen.
Pooh.
Poo.
Po.
P.
.

Percentages, An Ode
{I,
did,
this,
in,
8th,
grade,
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Thank you

Ode to My Fountain Pen
My
Inkless
Hand
Amazes
Me.

Ode to School
Dying
Of
Boredom
Must
Sleep
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Ode to Boredom
I
Really
Miss
Mrs.
Wiig.
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Scary.

Eyes
Or you could just stand there.
Watch me struggle.
Reach my hand into my mouth.
Rip the words out.
Slowly.
Painfully.

And I am the girl of words,
How did this happen?
Is used to be that I couldn�t stop the flow.
Now the wheels lay ungreased.
Every time its used it cracks
And shudders.

I who used to be the girl of words
I�m finding my place again.
In this tiny corner
With my book and my pen.
I�m scribbling, scribbling.
Words on the back of your mind.
You can only feel it.
And I only know by one thing what you�re thinking.

Library
Could these
Walls
Get any
Higher?

Lie
Here I am
Ever smiling
Words ring around me
Rhyming rhyming
And I smile and nod
Lying lying.

Razor
This sucks.
Could I be any more rusty?
I used to weave words together.
Like vines.

Now, what am I left with?
A failing hold in a different tongue.
Or my old well known language.
Covered in rust,
And jagged.

Like a razor.

Possibility
Its quiet.
And now I�m writing.
Strange.
The pen is barely moving.
And all my thoughts fly to you.

I don�t even know who you are.
But you startled me.
And now I�m crying.

Red leaves in a glass jar.
A blue pen in a hand unknowing.
Its silky voice plaintively whispering,
Will I be the one?

What story will my ink tell?

Change
I have this image of me dangling
Fingertips white with the pressure
Off the side of a beautiful old bridge.

Underneath the water�s surging
White raging rapids cut like razors
Into my jeans torn and soaking from the spray.

And I�m screaming
One handed.
�Don�t let me go! Don�t let me go!�
But there�s no one there.

And I fly suspended
In the fall.