Monday, August 30, 2021

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.

Sunday, August 29, 2021

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. 

Thursday, August 26, 2021

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.

Monday, August 23, 2021

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.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

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.

Monday, August 16, 2021

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.

Sunday, August 8, 2021

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.

Saturday, August 7, 2021

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.

Tuesday, August 3, 2021


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.

Monday, August 2, 2021

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.