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Tick Tick Tick 3:55 AM glares at you You’ve never stayed up that late Eyes red and stung Sniffle No creature is within sight You lurk in the night Like a raccoon looking for a trash can A fruitless search… Help…. 4 AM Tick Tick Tick Your mind is still alert The silence never changes 24 hour silence Shhhhhhhhh Try to fill the silence Nothing fills the aching echo The silence brings No person can fill the silence Tick Tick Tick Working for nothing Fruitless efforts Worthless Mindless Tick Tick Tick 4:06 AM No one can help you You cannot escape the silence Nothing makes you feel Nothing moves

A romance writer sits at her desk Spinning in a swivel chair She glances at her wrist The bracelet her love gave her awhile back What does she write about when there is no curiosity? When nothing is shrouded in mystery All the facts standing there naked in front of her Leaving no doubts or questions A few more spins Glancing at a blank screen What now?

She looks around lost First time this little girl Has stepped out utterly alone Wishing she had a hand to hold She continues to look around lost You see her, not sure what to think Eventually you want to help her Eventually your hand grabs hers She looks at you with wonder and fright She never had a hand to hold It overwhelmed her You took her hand And showed her the way You showed her around You got her used to her new world You taught her how to hug How to kiss How being held is supposed to feel You taught her how to let go Her tight viewed grip of the world Her insecurities eating at her Her fear of her body You taugh

Springy hair Wide green eyes Scanning down the hall You take the runner's position Keeping your tiny ears alert For his arrival You hear the door Dress shoes on the stairs He gets in your range You start to charge "Daddy's home!!" You barrel into his arms He hugs you with one hand The other holding his briefcase Daddy's little girl Doing the same greeting From the moment she could walk Reading superhero origin stories Helping you with your spelling tests By pretending you were a wizard Daddy was there to help After all, Daddy wants to do that For Daddy's little girl You're hiding under the bed Daddy's yelling Your sis

When I was little I considered myself the clean plate hero From the most amazing food to the icky vegetables For the most part I stuck it out My mother always knew when I didn't like something Because I would leave that food item on my plate untouched Guilt would always come over me that I didn't finish it She would always say it was ok, but my eight year old self Knew a lot better I was still the clean plate hero Crusading mealtimes making sure No starving child in Africa would Be envious of my scraps As the years went by I still was the clean plate hero Still leaving food if I was not pleased Or even if I wasn't hungry Not ev

Sixth Grade We think we're hot shit We're no longer in elementary school Boys are starting to look a little cuter Changes are undeniably happening I sit in my social studies class My crush sits across from me Next to me is a blonde haired boy Next to my crush is a girl A girl who I didn't really know I had with me a box of Sparkly pencils The ultimate girly writing utensil The blonde boy snatches the pink one I never understood why they liked that one He bounces the pencil off the eraser To my crush Before I can even lay a finger on them The lecture begins About China or something The girl silently swipes the pencil And h

The stallion gallops with grace Bowing its mighty head before me The raven barely hidden by the branches Glares with amber eyes I suddenly glance at the perfect tree A little tall but sitting under it I can still see the blue sky The wise owl sits perched before me With its big eyes holding a sparkle A snake thin as can be Slithers before my feet Strong crunch leaves Protect the forest floor Two foxes skitter across Not really catching too much of my attention A bunny hops across my path Looking at me frightened but unmoving The forest enchants me But I need to get home To a kitten who needs Some loving

When you give a girl some flowers She'll be happy as can be She'll be quiet and bow her head But a smile can still be seen She'll know she's still yours Holding two red roses in her hand After weeks of doubting That she can imagine you're her man She then will reward you with a hug To her, it'll seem like hours But that all comes with the feeling When you give a girl some flowers

In this language, words are extraordinarily important In fact the citizens hang on each one And faces are searched For something deeper Than the words can provide In this language, you can use a Little black book to spin the tale Of a single mother dying of cancer Or preach poems about freedom, Love, or struggling because you're the minority But this language believes into the Early to bed, really early to rise motto With time freezing while the language Is spoken, the darkness welcoming When the language is sleeping and awaking The women have their hair back and down Pearls lining their neck and ears Heels clacking against