End of the Day

It seems rather impossible
That I could feel so thoroughly
Both like the happily-ever-after princess
And Dudley Dursley

Wisdom from a Lack of Wisdom Teeth

Blink your eyes shut
A moment later wake up
"Good job sweetie,
you're all done"

Awful melodramatic
To make a metaphor of life out of surgery
But awful cinematic
A ticking clock like a pumping IV

And right now I've got some painkillers
And some pain in my jaw
But later on, when this is life's all over
Will someone say "Goodjob"?

Catwalk

Walking the runway
Painfully thin
Size zero dresses
Hanging off bones and skin

The average women is a size fifteen.
No one looks that way.

"Mommy mommy I want be just like those models someday!"

sky

there's an empty place inside
a dark spot in the sky
billions of years in the blink of an eye
a hopeless feeling- when a star dies

there's something so bright
remaining not fleeting
the moon in the sky
a constant safe feeling

there's smog in the air
blocking out the sky
you can't see the stars but
they still see you cry.

;

when you fall down eight times
stand up nine
there's no shame in not
being just fine

you could have quit but you kept
on trying
up to the plate you stepped
i'm proud even if you're crying

Thats something

I fell down the rabbit hole and stayed there a while
Added the emporer's new clothes to my laundry pile

School is cool.

I'm coaxing my printer like a dog with a toy
Ink levels low and on the last sheets of paper, you made it, good boy

But hey, At least it isn't two am
At least it is 12 whole hours before I have to turn this in

Essays and math problems, my to do list, take a look
I live by the deadlines, and I miss reading books

I squeeze in last second poems around notes and maps
And I'm forever fighting a battle with nap-attacks

Slumped over a desk, my constant station
Welcome to EDUCATION