There once was a girl who never cried
In spite of how she tried
To live like a normal without pride
Even on the day that her grandfather died
But everyday she lived a lie
Because on the inside she wept
The laughs pealed out
With such life
That the mountains couldn’t help
But try to catch the sound.
Giving chase as the noise bounds.
Slipping past ancient hands.
Only to fade in time.
And it’s good that it did not last
Because each attempt at mimicking
The pure laughs
Just returned more hollow and pale.
Fading.
Because a laugh should never
Be hollowed out completely.
Nobody should hear
Its other side.
A chaos of wind
ties your hair in knots round your neck.
Dried blood bricks tense
against a sheet metal sky.
Leaves whirlpool at your feet in a furious river
that snakes through the buildings.
Proud trees practice yoga,
downward dogging at the air’s dare.
No smell wafts
except anticipation of the ground exhaling.
There is no noise to notice,
all the birds have hunkered down.
But you still stand
staring like a mesmerized fool
who challenges the darkening horizon to come.
The sky stops breathing
and you know the future
a moment too late.
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I am a person same as you
Living under a sky that’s blue
Casually strolling down a street
Anyone you could easily meet.
I am a person who needs the air
Who screams and rants that life’s not fair
But eventually will continue on my way
You could bump into me one day.
I am a person with hopes and dreams
With hidden demons and fights unseen.
Looking for knowledge from which I can glean
A kernel of respite no matter how mean.
I am a person same as you.
I have opinions I think true.
But they’re not stone set, just a gray hue
On the scale of life that holds me and you.
I am a person with a story to tell
But you are the judges so treat me well.
If you would just listen to my plea.
Please, please, please see me.
When I die
Do I want to be right?
Or do I want
In my heart
To risk forever?
That a god could forgive
My obstinance,
My doubt,
And bring me in
Where I would face
The smiling faces
Of those who wish
Their god was slightly more vengeful
After all.
After all
I know those faces.
As a girl I met the holy.
I remember the devout.
Damming me,
Pitying me,
Wishing to save me.
Do I want to be with them
Forever?
Or be stuck worse off?
Justified in my logic
That at least the devil
Is as evil as he was supposed to be.
And I unwilling to accept
A god that is not.
But suppose I’m right
And destined for dust.
My only prayer
Is that the earth cannot ponder
On right and forever.
That is the compensation
I ask for having lived.
The Proud Dandelion 
Money
Money
Makes the world go round.
Money
Sees my frown
And turns the wold upside down.
Really?
Did you expect that to rhyme?
It’s not my fault the world is
So predictable.
And let’s be honest
Money won’t make me happy.
But I’d rather be rich and frowning
Than drowning
In the slow death of passion
Of love
Of desire.
Watching everything become
More gray
More broken.
And if we are frank
We’ll admit that
Money
Can bend the world
And make everything just a little bit
Worse
For everyone without.
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