starlight

Thoughts
the show horse starlight prances around the ring with confidence with her head held high. She prances on her toes bobbing her head as to adress her cheering fans.
As I stare out into the deep night sky, i stare out into the unfathomable distance of space, and my eyes catch the subtle glimmers of star light.
The grass is cool under my body and the starlight sparkles all over my spot on this hill. Just me and infinate space above its surreal.
Delicate sparkles reflect off the diamond chandelier almost resembling starlight

Bright Clean Pure
Shining from a mysterious hole in the sky
if i was closer would it make more sense
why
did the sun poke holes to peer over the world while off duty
The souls of our loved ones
The prayers sent up all over the world
the night sky the mailbox of God
Perhaps where you live after you die
the mystery of space is unclear
yet it shines so simply

A faded white wooden house, cute but obviously deteriorating. Two windows faced me, side by side and identically rectangular. Very normal, very predictable, and a very common view that I see everyday when I wake up. Today is Thursday, the exact day im not sure of, but like all other weekdays, a day in which I would have to get up reluctantly at a time when the sun and myself were not yet fully awake. As I trudged towards my bathroom to brush my teeth and glance at the ever present white house, a landmark on my journey to the bathroom, something different caught my eye. I stopped right there in the hallway in my big shirt and knotted hair. I saw a flash of gold in the window of that old white house I had believed to be abandoned. A property that would be torn down and furnished into a castle in any other more developed area. Upon further inspection from inside my house through my own rectangular window I was shocked to see a girl. Not only was it a surprise to see life in the old house but I was dumbfounded at the size of this girl. Her face seemed to take up the whole window, some sort of giant child or reincarnation of Alice from Alice and Wonderland after she eats the cake labeled "eat me" and grows into a giant version of herself.  This girl was blonde, had glasses, and most importantly, was staring right back at me. This moment paused my mental clock, my routine interrupted. Then with out warning as I blinked she was gone. The old white house was again abandoned and tragically empty. I seemed to be frozen in time. Was this a mystical moment of magic I had just experienced, maybe. But as I stood there barefoot in the hallway processing my thoughts I embraced a deeper thought. This mirage had been a message. Perhaps that girl was me, a reflection or metaphor of my life. I saw myself outgrowing my normalcy, like a cage I didnt fit in and I was looking to get out. I pulled on a pair of shorts and skipped the bathroom routine. I walked outside barefoot and disheveled. I felt the cold soft dewy grass under my feet. I looked up at the sun as she did her morning yawn across the sky, expelling her warm breath of oranges and pinks as she began to rise out of bed. Today she would see me; today the world would see me.

"i just dont want anyone to look at me"

Samantha Harbrook stood in the white washed hallway peaking into Miss Thomas's 4th grade classroom.
She had her eyes on the gangly boy lying on his stomach on a bean bag reading a book with his feet propped up in the air. All the boys and girls in the room were innocently reading it seemed to be the current activity. With the current state of peace she decided it was the best time to make her move. Will her eyes remaining on the boy she open the door and cooly strode over to him. All the students swiveled their necks like second nature to the sound of the door opening. Dozens of curious and fearful eyes pressed against her back as she bent down in front of the boy in the bean bag chair. "Winston, please follow me", she annunciated slowly and precisely. Winstons big brown eyes widened and he nodded in submission, slowly rising to obey. He bookmarked his book and put it back on the reading shelf, adjusted his glasses, and followed Samantha. As they left Samantha gave a familiar glance to Miss Thomas who in response lowered her eyes and sighed. The class was confused and with the growing buzz of whispers, a more outspoken class member, Rebecca Stark spoke up for her peers. "Miss THomas, whats going on, where is Winston going?"

watching poems

Too much too fast

how can I make my self stop

tranquilizers to the brain

or shock therapy

maybe just close my eyes

let my hands run out of batteries

slide into the water and flow with the wave

in an inner tube wearing thick velcro sandals

the trees stand on the each side of the river

bending over trying to kiss me

but i am to far away

i admire their effort

to try in its self is really quite beautiful

but this is the Guadalupe

she is not an ocean of deep secrets

Her bottom is not dark and mysterious

her waters are shallow and rocky

at times too shallow

I have to get up and walk

Perhaps I picked the wrong river

Together became pieces

scattered without care

all i could think was how can this be fair

It was messy and mean

I felt lost and in between

always packing and moving around

I just wanted to feel safe and sound

He moved several times

She fought for our stability

I saw men trying to help me understand

with glasses and phDs, but I didn't want their hand

She was always curious and prodding

I seemed to always end up sobbing

alone in my room

He was cool and relaxed

But his ongoing girl hunt made me feel taxed

My parents seem to have drowned

in a deep pool of paper work

business issues

house payments

child support

ect.

Quiet places

The small eager eyes of my dog are silent,

The trees rustling and moms walking with strollers are mute behind my window,

A fountain on the patio gurgles in a hushed tone,

the birds land soundlessly ,

Our eye contact is not physical,

just a look or a gaze,

an invisible force noiseless to an outsider,

But in my quite space it is loud,

Your glance in my direction shatters my peace,

All at once my brain starts to buzz in confusion,

You have disturbed my nest,

the silence is broken ,

My thoughts spill from my head and rush to discover their attacker

They stream from my eyes to scrutinize every crevice in your face

The slight crinkle starting to form on the side of your mouth

what does that mean

Tease me any longer and I guarantee it will sting

Dont mess with me

Let me enjoy my quiet place

Haiku

The end of the year

Our time is trickling out

I can see the sun

Inner Battles

At least I made a plan

At least I tried to show you

At least I offered a hand

At least I wanted to know you

You could have said something

You could have made an effort

You could have stopped treating me like nothing

You could have provided some comfort

Your anger is silent

My voice is loud

You say patience is your talent

But my virtue is proud

You are me and I am you

You are my shame

I seek the truth

Will it lead me to fame?

Jitters

Her hand slides down her arm

some fingers slither behind her neck

they move up her neck to massage her head

a hand goes down to adjust her skirt

fingers dance across the table

a palm is pressed to her temple

Her knees bounce

then her voice involuntarily whispers "i'm ready"

Rainy day

Clear and fresh

falls on the world to bring life

sprinkled on our heads to end strife

Most commonly used to clean our flesh

Raise a glass of this drink divine

Universally needed help all things grow

Held in mass quantity in the depths below

A substance so old that even time cannot confine

Wet and Clean

A relief in the summer

Without it in the pool would be such a bummer

Add with soap to maintain good hygiene

A liquid magician

Can shape shift with climate

A super power in just a tiny droplet

All mediums known even to the foreign

Frozen and sturdy

Secure in its ways

Angry with no desire to sway