By request

Ok folks here are two of the poems that I have written. Now please be nice I have never claimed to be a Shakespeare, but I like both of these a lot and I hope you do too. They give you a little peek into my world. So enjoy!

Soapbox Kinda Girl

Forty fire trucks do racing by
They’re off to catch the falling sky
And men with calluses and worn out shoes
Are quickly sent to catch the moon
And all the stars will soon burn out
I just sit calmly watching this all from the ground
You refused to listen to my epiphany as it was told
All of you said that I was just a soapbox kinda girl
Now you want answers and the truth
I just watch all of you and remain mute
Women begin to cry and children begin to scream
I break down, take a deep breath and tell you what I’ve seen
Relax people the falling sky will soon stop
And the men that caught the moon will be ordered to put it back up
There will be a few starts to strong to forget how to shine
And you can forget who helped you in a matter of time
You’ll never have to admit that you need this soapbox kinda girlYou can just go back to your harsh words and cruel tongue even after a destroyed world

Pretty Pink Tears

One day when I quit lying and fooling myself
I will become a real girl
There will be no more wishing upon a star
Only to see it burn out a million light years away
Their dancing puppet strings connected to me tickle
I giggle
And swat them away with my penance whip

Getting tired now

Then I will hear them say
Dance child everyone loves you when you dance
Tie a pink ribbon in your hair
Tighten the screws
Real girls cry
Why don’t you cry?
I would like to see you cry

Broken yet?

I know what has to be done
It’s always done the same way
Super glue the pieces with Prozac
Paint a smile with a fine tip brush
I won’t forget to rosy my cheeks


I am a dancing puppet on a stage made of clay
Quickly dissolving under the tears
Finally the tears

There are no more real girls
Only the fools still playing the part