My fantasy wall is ninety feet tall.
No one gets in and no one gets out.
Bricks intwine vines of curvilinear lines,
and there’s a spigot that spouts fresh coffee.
My wall emits melodies of the accordion style
that sounds of Paris and pebblestone aisles,
where gelato is served and it’s Spring everyday,
and clouds are a thing of the past.
There are no pesky frowns in my secluded town
because that simply isn’t our nature.
Words hold only sincerity, and the severity
of superficial quality was lost long, long ago.
Petunias frame my beautiful wall,
painted with ribbons and swirls.
It’s cemented with songs that can only belong
to the girl with the curious curls.
Animals talk and the world is a song
-- but only on my side of the wall.
No one gets in and no one gets out,
but why ever would I want it to fall?
My grass is greener, and my sky is the bluest
blue that you ever have seen.
Stars shine every night, and we never fight
or say things we really don’t mean.
Mosquitoes can’t reach me, nor can the bees
whose sting makes me fall to the ground.
Now tell why, in this great big wide world,
would I ever want to be found?
My fantasy wall keeps me safe, keeps me sound,
and I see as far as I want.
It reaches the sky, and unless you can fly,
you’ll never infringe on my ground.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
2013
Here’s to new beginnings,
and putting to an end
that feeling of uncertainty
that tried to be your closest friend.
Turn away from tired thoughts
that your enemies conspired
to spawn within your heart
because they’re ashes in a fire.
Leave behind the frowns and tear drops
which you hid from those around
as they poked and stuck and hurt you
to keep your head aimed towards the ground.
Rise above the yells and clamor
that deafens out the magic
of your newfound path uncovered
that leads you ‘way from tragic.
They may not understand,
but that’s to be expected.
You weren’t meant for the life
that they feel they’ve perfected.
You forge your own new journey
and kiss the old goodbye
so that when life presents it’s splendor
it’s merely happy tears you cry.
and putting to an end
that feeling of uncertainty
that tried to be your closest friend.
Turn away from tired thoughts
that your enemies conspired
to spawn within your heart
because they’re ashes in a fire.
Leave behind the frowns and tear drops
which you hid from those around
as they poked and stuck and hurt you
to keep your head aimed towards the ground.
Rise above the yells and clamor
that deafens out the magic
of your newfound path uncovered
that leads you ‘way from tragic.
They may not understand,
but that’s to be expected.
You weren’t meant for the life
that they feel they’ve perfected.
You forge your own new journey
and kiss the old goodbye
so that when life presents it’s splendor
it’s merely happy tears you cry.
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