bus line adventures

The bus was my freedom

A day pass, a book, and snack money

I could ride the line and back

On my own private adventure

My peers wanted cars and parties

I wanted an empty seat for my backpack

An easy transfer between bus lines

A covered bench for rain or shine

Walking through massive parking lots

An urban forest of concrete and strip mall's 

Me and my paperback resting on a bench

A metropolis for my young self to explore.

weeble wobble

Moving through the world

Like a poorly choreographed dancer

Wobbling on my feet, on weak ankles

Life is a party like no other

Lovely tune with chattering guests

And yet I'm still stumbling. 

Not dated

My high school romance in two events

One drive, one dance, two boys

I wasn't just a late bloomer

I was completely oblivious

One took me to Christmas lights

A clasic date, in his beat up truck

But I wasn't the girl for this devout boy

Somehow too devious and too innocent

The other was set up by his sister

He sold me on a geek club

Opened a new world up to me

But we were far from in love

So I claim I never dated

And while this is technically true

I did go on two kinda dates

But no kisses, so they don't count.

old age

I find that age sits well on me

As I didn't have beauty to loose

My trophies wrinkles and grey hairs

I flaunt them, my badges of pride

Farther away from young yearning

Each new year another journey

My youth was enjoyed but not striking

Age lead me to greater and better

So I settle for peace not excitement

As age shows more on my skin 

My years are a welcome companion

They bring me comfort, warm wisdom.

function of pretty

Pretty things can have a purpose

But when the purpose is pretty

We can loose the value of the thing

Can ugly be ignored in favor of function?

Is value so shallow that pretty still wins?

Useful has value even when looks wain

Because pretty is a feature, not a function.

my wierd and wild

Maybe I'm not as lucky as you

To get the same as the majority

I find myself in the minority

A sore thumb near matching fingers

Possibly I'm not one that blends

Not delicate or dainty in perfection

Unmistakable as I boldly take up space

A rough heel under a sleek ankle

Perhaps I reject the chance for normalcy

You can hide your quirks and flaws

I'm going to flaunt my wierd and wild

Crooked teeth between grinning lips.

Unimpressive life

Can I be happy

With this unimpressive life

The promise of individuality 

Is bringing me strife

It hints that I am special

That I will leave a mark

And yet I blend into statistics

A dot grouped with the rest

Regardless of my missing fame

I continue to exist.

human value

If human worth is in dollars

Then the majority of us fail

Kings of cash are family born

Their lineage inherited wealth

A world's lifetime of weath

Held by a single person

A dragon hoarding its gold

Human greed as the winner

No bootstrap big enough

To turn a dollar into a billion.

un-tethered

Everyone else wants to be floating

As I'm desperately gripping the ground

I might fall up and fly away

They jump, to feel as they fall down

I know I seek control

I imagine they want freedom

For both, our desire evades us

They stare up, I stare down

Both un-tethered and hovering 

But aiming for different destinations.

fickle perception

If I tell it to myself

Then it has to be true

Why would I lie to me?

But the mind plays tricks

My perception is foolish

Molded into what I need

So perhaps my truth

Is only one version

A tinted window

That only I see.