Thursday, August 25, 2016

The stories we tell ourselves

The made up stories
In my head
Play over and over
As I hide in bed

They are usually lies
I've convinced myself to be
Tangled up truths
A fabricated reality

Seeds of my dreams
These lies take form
A nightmare mirage
An ominous storm

Blackened middles
Many loose ends
Meloncholy forests
Where darkness bends

I want a way out
I want to wake up to see
There is light to my thoughts
There is a hopeful reality

Thursday, August 18, 2016


I only clean
When the other me agrees
And sadly she's sick
She think she has the fleas
We could take a bath
And chase the fleas away
But the other me
Would rather pout today
So maybe tomorrow
She'll feel a bit like me
Or maybe I'll be the one
Sick and a bit grouchy

Monday, August 15, 2016


And then she was different
And different was good because
Her life wouldn't change
Without her
She had sat in different chairs
She had spoke to different people
Using her entire body
Rather than just half
It was a quick change
One that meant
She had to be 
Strong enough to let go
And when she did
It hurt
And it became really
That's when
She knew it was right

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

The First Day of School

The First Day of School

"Marble, that was exhausting. I don't ever want to go to school with you again!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have been chasing kids down the hallways with soap around your mouth yelling you are a rabid bear who has escaped a secret medical experiment."

Wednesday, August 3, 2016