me ahead of the group
me who gets there first
me me me
me who makes everything right
But why I wonder why is it always me?
Why can’t others be
the ones ahead of the group, who gets there first?
Why can’t others make everything right?
your vision, your voice
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me ahead of the group
me who gets there first
me me me
me who makes everything right
But why I wonder why is it always me?
Why can’t others be
the ones ahead of the group, who gets there first?
Why can’t others make everything right?
My little sister, the cutest little brat
She knows she’s “the boss” and that is that!
Yelling, screaming, drama queening
No matter what, she’s got “her” plan!
Stars shimmer above my head.
Mother sends me off to bed.
I close my eyes,
Dream of starry skies.
Beautiful flowers,
Away fly the hours.
I’m running fast.
Free at last.
Kiker
5
Darkness
Pooling around my feet.
Filling the empty space.
I can see nothing,
Hear nothing.
Silences.
Unbroken forever more.
No sound,
No sound at all.
Fear.
Clutching me in its cold grasp.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Cold and gripping.
They restrained me,
They held me back.
They dug into my wrists,
They pained my ankles.
They kept me locked away.
Chains.
Horrible, awful chains.
They guard me day and night.
Strong and sturdy,
Cold and gripping.
An old leather cover,
Yellow pages.
Crinkles & wrinkles,
Every time I turn the page.
Words jump out.
Pictures pop
I see it.
Playing over in my mind.
I turn the last page.
The cover.
The end.
Let’s have some fun!
But there isn’t anything fun to do.
Swimming is fun.
We can make dresses that look like the moon and sun.
We can look at bugs.What kind of bugs?
Ladybugs and butterflies too.
We can wear one shoe. We can eat pizza for breakfast. We can meet Taylor Swift. We can go to a petting zoo. It’s raining!
We can jump around in puddles. We can walk our dog. We can color with markers too.
I don’t really care as long as I’m with you!.
Life is lived
Life is given
Life is also gotten
Sometimes even forgotten
You live life
You give live
You get life
Even forget life
Hey look here comes one
Other life right now!
A sapphire sky falling on a rippling mirror
Reflecting the hues of a golden jewels falling
The dazzling blaze of the golden fire.
Held in the diamond tear of the emerald leaf.
In this moment, the moment of balance,
The garden of jewels comes to life.
As the golden orb descends each gem a new brilliance,
The lower it gets, the less they shine.
Slowly fading to the shadowed scene.
The last thing to shadow is that sapphire sky,
As the light sinks the sapphires change their looks
One last time.
As they slowly fade to black,
Gone are the brilliant gems that once littered the garden.
Hip-hop-hip-hip-hop.
Tapping my fingers to the beat.
Doin’ my own dance, my own way.
I’m turning around touchin’ the ground, like 1, 2, 3.
Turning the radio to my own beat.
Feeling free!