just a little background, as a kid I would play in my closet, and when I was really little I would sleep in my sisters closet, so these are just some of my adventures.
Brace yourself.
As you open the door to the jungle,
and don’t let any animals fly out.
Bring a flashlight.
As it may be dark
in that huge, continuous cave.
Wear your rattiest clothes.
For you don’t want to get your nice ones dirty,
sifting through garbage in this dump.
Run as fast as you can.
To get away from those horrible parents,
And take refuge in this space.
Don’t look back,
When you enter here
Into a land of mystical creatures and the crevices of my ever-expanding brain.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Pure Hell
I really dont know what to do with this one. i got to the middle and really couldnt write what i wanted to write, so if you have any give me suggestions!!
This started out as a game.
Something fun to fill up an afternoon,
to keep us from dying of boredom on a hot summer day.
When this hell started, it was fun:
Looking for volcanic rocks in my back yard,
an innocent nine-year-old
trying to have fun with her best friend.
At that time I had not the slightest clue
about this mental trap that awaited me.
“Hey, did your dad finish building that apartment? Lets go check it out!!”
and I’d like to say I fought back.
and I’d like to say I survived, or came back unharmed
But that would be lying.
All I could do
was close my eyes
Close my eyes so tight I couldn’t see him,
and hope, by some miracle,
that he wouldn’t see me either-
And that I could just slip away,
off the face of this disgusting planet,
and never have to go back to life,
to anything,
just die right there.
It wasn’t until four years later that I could tell someone, anyone, what happened that day.
The day my soul died,
The day I stopped smiling.
This started out as a game.
Something fun to fill up an afternoon,
to keep us from dying of boredom on a hot summer day.
When this hell started, it was fun:
Looking for volcanic rocks in my back yard,
an innocent nine-year-old
trying to have fun with her best friend.
At that time I had not the slightest clue
about this mental trap that awaited me.
“Hey, did your dad finish building that apartment? Lets go check it out!!”
and I’d like to say I fought back.
and I’d like to say I survived, or came back unharmed
But that would be lying.
All I could do
was close my eyes
Close my eyes so tight I couldn’t see him,
and hope, by some miracle,
that he wouldn’t see me either-
And that I could just slip away,
off the face of this disgusting planet,
and never have to go back to life,
to anything,
just die right there.
It wasn’t until four years later that I could tell someone, anyone, what happened that day.
The day my soul died,
The day I stopped smiling.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The Point System
"Hey Allie, go get me a pencil for 3 love points."
It's different, I know, but its so cliche to say the typical, joking, "I'll love you forever if you bring me my pencil."
No, this is different. This is special and not as abused as "love"
"love" gets hurt
"love" gets broken
"love" gets abandoned
Love points are very different. They can't get broken, hurt, or abandoned. They stay with whomever recieved the points and never get lost or forgotten, and never wear or bruise.
We can pretend to take love points away when we get mad or hurt, but we all know thats impossible.
Love points don't get taken back or returned!
They can only be shared, collected, and "loved"
It's different, I know, but its so cliche to say the typical, joking, "I'll love you forever if you bring me my pencil."
No, this is different. This is special and not as abused as "love"
"love" gets hurt
"love" gets broken
"love" gets abandoned
Love points are very different. They can't get broken, hurt, or abandoned. They stay with whomever recieved the points and never get lost or forgotten, and never wear or bruise.
We can pretend to take love points away when we get mad or hurt, but we all know thats impossible.
Love points don't get taken back or returned!
They can only be shared, collected, and "loved"
A Poem For My Niece
Oh little girl,
Standing there with your five-year-old drama:
"I'm a purple butterfly and she’s a blue one,"
And your never-ending frustration at us because we, still, fail to see the problem.
Oh little girl,
Screaming loudly with your five-year-old exhaustion:
Never wanting to sleep, but needing to so badly.
And your ugly yells directed at us, the enemy, because we-once again- make you take your nap.
Oh little girl,
Laying there with your five-year-old fears:
The monsters under your bed and the ghost in the closet.
And your panicked cries in the middle of the night because we must have missed one in our check before bed.
Oh little girl,
Sitting there with your five-year-old cuteness:
Taking five minutes to put your baby dolls to sleep only to wake them up in one minute.
And your never-ending love and excitement because you know, deep down, we all love you.
Standing there with your five-year-old drama:
"I'm a purple butterfly and she’s a blue one,"
And your never-ending frustration at us because we, still, fail to see the problem.
Oh little girl,
Screaming loudly with your five-year-old exhaustion:
Never wanting to sleep, but needing to so badly.
And your ugly yells directed at us, the enemy, because we-once again- make you take your nap.
Oh little girl,
Laying there with your five-year-old fears:
The monsters under your bed and the ghost in the closet.
And your panicked cries in the middle of the night because we must have missed one in our check before bed.
Oh little girl,
Sitting there with your five-year-old cuteness:
Taking five minutes to put your baby dolls to sleep only to wake them up in one minute.
And your never-ending love and excitement because you know, deep down, we all love you.
I AM FROM....
I Am From peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Halloween candy
From my dog eating the fireflies I just caught a minute ago.
I Am From rainbows and triangles, Broadway plays and “The Office”
I Am From court disagreements and disappointments
From therapists, shouting, and lies
I Am From 5-inch heels and a splatter painted room
From duct tape dresses and home-made purses.
I Am From Build-A-Bear dog weddings and playing with stuffed monkeys with my cousin
From sleeping in my sister’s closet so I wouldn’t be alone
I Am From pancakes cooked on the wood stove and smore’s cooked in the microwave
From dogs dominating Thanksgiving and 6 security visits in Knobles.
I Am From learning from the past, living in the present, and looking to the future.
From my dog eating the fireflies I just caught a minute ago.
I Am From rainbows and triangles, Broadway plays and “The Office”
I Am From court disagreements and disappointments
From therapists, shouting, and lies
I Am From 5-inch heels and a splatter painted room
From duct tape dresses and home-made purses.
I Am From Build-A-Bear dog weddings and playing with stuffed monkeys with my cousin
From sleeping in my sister’s closet so I wouldn’t be alone
I Am From pancakes cooked on the wood stove and smore’s cooked in the microwave
From dogs dominating Thanksgiving and 6 security visits in Knobles.
I Am From learning from the past, living in the present, and looking to the future.
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