The world smiles, even when I can’t

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Slanted Sunshine
Falls into my bedroom
A pleasant sleep
A calm morning befalls me
Slanted Sunshine
Falls into my bedroom
A troubled sleep
Dread overcomes me
No matter how I sleep
No matter how I feel
I am always greeted with
Slanted Sunshine
The world Smiles
Even when I can’t

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Where I’m From (throwback Thursday)

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I’m from corduroy jackets and denim jeans.

Running water and yellow Gatorade.

Sometimes when it rains for the window panes never lie,

I’m from wet sidewalks and damp fur.

If Scrabble is out and music pulses through my heart,

Then you know that’s where I’m from.

 

On occasion, if thunder and lightening lurk near,

The warm covers of my bed

Along with an old movie are where I’m from.

Warm pizza and Pepsi-Cola,

As well as silent laughter of a close friend are where I’m from.

When you can fall asleep to the cites

Of a fantasy land with a glass castle-

That is me.

 

I’m from oil paintings of mysterious night skies-

The kind of creases that fascinate my fingers.

The love and joy that I possess flows every so slowly

Onto the canvas before I am even awake.

When the lighthouse I’ve portrayed jumps off the page,

That’s where I’m from.

 

Every so often Harry Potter casts a spell on my world,

And nothing precious to me can be taken away.

My senses celebrate the magic I nourish them with,

For although they cannot tell a soul, they keep my treasures safe.

 

I’m from scraped knees and bruised shoulders.

One kiss and it is all better.

Where I’m from, long walks on the beach

Make for pleasant conversation.

“Mine the darkness and see the path you leave behind.”

Sometimes there is darkness in the distant trees,

But when the night sky is shimmering with shooting stars,

That’s where I’m from.

 

The place where I often dwell is in the front yard with all my flowers.

My lungs praise the October air, and the leaves delight my vision.

Sparkling bubbles from the fountain drizzle onto my body-

That’s where I’m where.

Wonder

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Will you meet me with a grin?

Will you meet me sheepishly?

Will you embrace the compleixties that are me?

Will we laugh off the silence?

Will we talk about deep, engaging things?

Will you make me smile wide?

Will I leave happy?

Will I go wishing it was different?

Or will I go back home, enchanted to meet you?

Thinking about my Superman…

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Life is so lovely, most of the time. 

Most days are pure sunshine and love, but sometimes things happen and the day is rough to say the least.

There are days full of love, joy, deep laughter, fragrant coffee, exercise, hiking, films that thrill, friends and family and so much more 

There are days not as joyful, days where the sun just doesn’t shine and if it does I can’t appreciate its beauty. The gloom weighs me down and the light just disappears.

I lose my sparkle. Or at least I feel the sparkle is melting away…

They are so painful, sad, and lonely. They are horribly cold, almost soulless days. Tears and trembling. I must push along and make it to better days. I push forward and think of who I have to lean on. 

When I think of my superman, the man who will be my everything, I don’t think of a replacement for coping. I think of a shoulder to lean on.

So during the great, sunny days, filled with so much joy it overflows. The days of love, happiness and content I think. When I think of my superman I think, no matter if the days are gloomy or happy that he will stand by me. 

The Christmas suitcase -Magic

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The spellbinding suitcase

Appropriately scarlet in color

That splash of burgundy wine add to the allure

There was magic within

Every kind of wrapping paper was a win

Streamers and ribbon by the yard

Spill out of every corner as soon as you begin to unzip it

Being an aesthetically pleasing gift was not hard

The glitter and the satin nametags

Rolls of green and crimson and gold

Were something to behold

When I opened the zipper and peered inside

I was happy to abide by my mom’s wishes to find

The most beautiful paper

Which was a dilemma; they were all the epitome of beauty

So I closed the suit carrying what I found to be the only solution

One of everything, some silver, some gold, some green

All of it against the wall to lean

Until I venture here once more