Color Wheel
Red=Anger
Blue=Sad
Green=Jealousy
Yellow=Happy
Purple=Moody
Black=Evil
White=Pure.
But what if we
Took away
All the stereotypes,
And just looked and admired
The beauty,
Rather than the connotation.
That moment:
When it’s you birthday,
And you’re going out,
Not expecting much,
And you walk into the
Restaurant,
And find your
Best Friends
Sitting there
Waiting
For You.
“Life isn’t Fair.” My mother said.
When I complain,
About getting out of
Bed.
“Life isn’t Fair.” My father notes.
When I get mad
About carrying all my
Totes.
Unfortunately,
They’re Wrong.
It’s quite fair,
When you count the things,
That won’t always be there.
We have life,
And youth.
Strength,
And truth.
But most of all,
We have
Love.
Snow
There comes a point,
In winter,
When the snow
Gets old.
In April,
After six months,
It is time fot it
To end.
When the largest blizzard
Of the year,
Is on
April 11,
There must be
A Problem.
Prom
Never knowing.
Pacing.
Getting up the nerve,
Then losing it.
Wanting to smile so big
Your heart could burst,
And feeling sick to your
Stomach
As you walk up to the door,
Hoping,
Wishing,
Praying,
That he might say
Yes.
Dancing
Out of this world.
Flying high,
And coming down.
Staying grounded.
Feeling the movement,
Your whole body
Aching.
One more time.
Just one.
Breathing in
The combination
Of sweat and
Feet.
Feeling yourself
Complete a turn
For the first time.
Or stretch that leap,
Or do those splits.
That
Is the life of a
Dancer.
Short of breath,
Palms sweaty,
Face red,
Eyes glancing.
Lick of the lips,
Meet your
Best Friend’s eyes,
For affirmation
That you’re doing all right.
Take a deep breath.
Count to ten.
And
Begin.
Months
Of working
Towards
That one goal.
All consuming.
Months
Of waiting
Fot that one
Call,
Email,
Letter,
That will tell you
You’re halfway
There.
Months
Of Waiting
For that one
Moment
That tells you,
You’re in.
Mondays
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
The Alarm
Rings.
6:00 AM.
SLAM!
The hand hits
Snooze.
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
Actually roll
Over
And see,
It’s 6:15.
SLAM!
The hand hits
Snooze.
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
Roll over.
Glance at the clock.
It’s almost 7:00.
Jump out of bed,
Feel feet hit the
Cold Floor,
Sprint
Through the Routine,
And still running
Late.
Welcome to
Monday.
Dreaming
In that moment
When Eveything seems
To be going
Right
And you’re so
Happy
And so is
Everyone Else
And Then…
You wake up.
