Violet was the kind of girl who couldn't say no. It was like there was nothing she couldn't do. She was one of the top in the class. She was on the student council. She was on the swim team, soccer team, and basketball team. She participated in UIL, and was secretary of the NHS at our high school. In her free time, she volunteered at animal hospitals and children's homes. She was the kind of girl we all wanted to be.
Although many boys had asked her out, she always declined, but she did it so politely that the boys never seemed too crushed by it. She was very pretty; not a supermodel, but she had a simple beauty about her. She had long, glos
I live in a box
On the outside the box looks
Pretty
Colorful
Perfect
Like a dollhouse
On the inside the box is
Empty
Brown
Plain
Like a box
Everyone else thinks our box looks
Beautiful
Vibrant
Seamless
Like the American Dream
I think the box looks
Hollow
Dull
Bare
Like a reoccurring nightmare
Are other boxes like this?
Are they also like
Empty dollhouses?
Are there people living in those boxes?
Are they afraid to come out of those boxes?
Like me?
I love my box
I hate my box
The box is all I know
The box is all I loathe
Outside the box is wonder
Inside the box is safety
What would it take
I wonder
To break do
A dragon's light is a curious thing
It lives inside
Out of sight
Forever
One by one
The dragon's die
Their light ever reviled
Never unleashed
Never unveiled
Until only one is left
His light is so great
It comes out
Reviled
Unleashed
Unveiled
Then it is gone
As quick as it came
It will return
But on this night
He no longer soars
He no longer roars
Until the day comes
And the light returns
He waits in the dark
Longing for another
Stronger than he
To come with the light
He waits all night
It looks so small
Above the trees
A touch from me
It falls with ease
The green of Earth
The bruise of man
They build these things
Just so they can
They are so blind
They cannot see
Trees, mountains,
World, me
I saw Loneliness one day
He looked strong, but sad
He turned and slowly and wistfully
Walked toward me
And smiled
I saw his blue eyes
Shine
I saw his black hair
Blowing in the wind
And his eyes looked with longing
And I heard him whisper "Come with me"
And I felt I knew him
As my blue eyes met him
Slowly and wistfully
My black hair
Blowing in the wind