He hit me..! mom did you see?
What is all this OOAAHHH! in my head? This thing I will call-
sound...
Where did the warmth go?
I can't breath..
who are all of these creatures..
crazy beings.., is that called smiling?
Looks as though they intend-
to eat me... unprepared, naked, me.
So cold, can't they see I'm drowning?!?
I want to go back where my eyes don't
scream in my head,
back where it was warm..
mom.., why?
Hello new one, it's life,
the ticking continues..
to the end.
Let the comparison begin,
for life!
why can't you be's forever on!
crazy, isn't it fine
that I'm just me..?
Why can't you be!
more like your brother,
smart like your sister,
pretty as a peach,
skinny as a beanpole,
curvy and fit,
taller than my ex,
or tan and brawny,
as Hercules.
When will you grow up!
when will you listen!
when will you stop whining?
Please let me be happy,
please let me be...
just me.
Categories:
beanpole, baby, happy, life, mom,
Form: Free verse
Lavender shows blue flowers
Shaded by a spreading Oleander
The weedy garden, once a nursery
Still has many vibrant blooms
Dandelion, Snapdragons, heads held high
Visited by a darting Hummingbird
No second glance, to the odd deadhead
Ladybug sits lonely, on discarded beanpole
The high mesh fence casts its netted shadows
Broken red pots with busy ants below
Are there really weeds, or,
Just plants in the wrong place
Categories:
beanpole, garden,
Form: Free verse
So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.
All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
every time,
this hunk passed by.
Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.
So unnoticed,
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.
My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.
Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.
My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.
Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.
So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.
Categories:
beanpole, friendship, life, love, schoolheart,
Form: Narrative