The Epic Bug

The Epic Bug

As the ladybug
inched along
the tiled floor

With legs
moving at the
speed of light

Observing surroundings
getting closer
to tall objects

Closer
and closer
and even closer

Squish!
He meets
a foot

When She Sings

When She Sings

She sounds like a frog when she sings,
but I haven’t the heart to tell her.
She’s been singing since she was only two,
even then she couldn’t carry a tune.
She would invite me to all the concerts.
Yet she didn’t see the earplugs that I shoved in before the first song.

Even her parents will cringe at her voice.
But when asked how it was they nod and smile.
They have tried to spark her interest in other things,
like painting, baking, or the softball team.

She says that singing is her dream,
and that she will do anything to make it come true.
But she sounds like a frog when she sings,
and I haven’t the heart to tell her.

A Student’s Solitude

Solitude is like being the ghost in the crowd.
Screaming, Screeching, Shouting,
desperate to be heard.
Yet, my words seem to also be translucent and transparent.

What does it take to be noticed?
What does it take to make them see
that I am just as good as them,
just as smart,
just as talented,
just as qualified for the job of life?

What gives them the right to disregard me?
To treat me like week old milk?
To walk past me like I was a mutt at the pound that gets passed up for the puppies?
To declare me as someone undeserving of compassion and care?

Tell me,
What is wrong with me?
Tell me,
What can I change?
Tell me,
How can I make you happy?
Because that’s what it’s all about right?

Well I am tired of living my life for you!
I’m tired of trying to fit in!
I’m tired changing who I am!

So I have decided,
if you don’t like me,
and you have a good reason.
I will respect you.
But if you just dislike me simply because I’m quiet,
Then I’ll say “Right back at ya!”

When Faith Can Fly

When Faith Can Fly

A bird with wings to fly,
sits trapped in a cage.
The owner sits and admires the beauty of the bird,
and yet refuses to let it fly
What she cannot see,
is that by keeping the beauty for herself,
she is shielding the world from experiencing
the true beauty of the bird
that is seen as it takes flight.

The Faith Within

I haven't done this before, but I thought it might be nice to get some of my work on the blog. And I dying to hear what is thought of this poem because I'm a little unsure myself! It's called "The Faith Within"

I am at your side,

although you ignore me.

I am here to guide,

although you do not follow.

I'm stuck in your head,

no matter how hard you try to erase me.

I hear all of what is said

and I am there to rethink the wrong

Although you may deny me,

I assure you I will never fade.

All I want is for you to see

your faith within.

So there it is .........now give me the truth!!!