Wings

_{Concentrate, relax, remember to breathe.
If I do these things, sometimes I
can force myself to imagine the feelings of wings.
The flex and pull of muscles,
a gentle weight,
the color of light filtered through feathers;
they become part of me.
What a glorious thing it would be,
don’t you think?}







I would love to have wings. I'd adore it.

Naive

_{I looked at him, he looked at me-
but nothing happened (don’t be naïve)!
This isn’t a dream or a movie
where the girl gets the guy.
This is real life, so we
said goodnight and goodbye.}





Aaaaauuuurrrgh.
I have a whole bunch of poems started, but I can't think of endings for them. And most of them are better than this one...

Air

_{She’s got a heart of solid
silver-coated air.
Not gold, still nice, but
not much else there.}







You know! That person that isn't really mean & might even be nice, but they just seem kinda empty?
Yeah, that one.

Elegance

_{Elegance can be achieved
simply by taking normality
and stretching it out.
Confident in clean lines,
it subtly leans towards the sky
and whisper-shouts,
“Hello, darling.
Lovely to see you again.”}







It's very difficult to be elegant when you're short & squishy, but I'll manage it someday.

Library

_{Comfort lies waiting for me in neat columns and rows,
stacks and aisles all coded and ready to go.
Such tranquility the library offers,
gently bending my spine
into a curve of concentration, intent
upon someplace other than mine.}







I admit it- I love books.
Always have, always will.

Animalistic

_{I sleep sometimes the way I imagine that animals must sleep-
aware only of darkness and passing body heat
(friend or enemy? danger or safety?)
Other times I dream in a vibrant arrangement
of colors- yellow, green, red, blue.
Last night, however, I dreamt of you.
My secret?
I didn’t want to.}






I used to want to dream about him, but I never did. Now I don't want to dream about him, & I do.
Life is so contrary, sometimes.