She lacked a sewing kit
To piece herself back together
The threads ran free
She looked for a lost tether
As she unraveled
She knew She might get lost
And what another move could cost
She spun
Until she vanished in thin air
The ballerina could no longer care
About what tied her to this realm
And she set herself free
From all of them
Of threads too thin and shoes too tight
The ballerina still dances through the night
On a stage of her own making
She loved Halloween.
A time she could truly be herself.
Her wings didn’t have to be cramped inside her jacket, her antennas under her damp hat.
The fairy could be one of many, enjoying decorations reminiscent of her old land. With glaring errors, but nonetheless, she feels a bit more at home. In October.
She felt it
Every now and then
The shiver
The thrill within
As she read words
Or saw some art
She knew
She had to be a part
Of a life worth living
Art that’s thrilling
So she wrote on
Hoping to be remembered
For borrowed words
Rearranged
I sit
A comfortable distance
From the violence
Listening to bias news
How could I truly choose
Between one death or another
Murder of a child or a mother
Humans trying to survive
If you can stand
Then stand for life
She was an ocean
Feeding a calm river
She was a storm
That he wanted to weather
She was essential for his survival
In his eyes
She had no rival
So he decided to live on
Making friends with the waves
Memories with the whales
Befriending the creatures of her own creations
Until she became a lake
Feeding a small nation
She created her heaven
But let the devil in
Seeking punishment
For her little sin
After all
How can joy
Outweigh the hate
How can a woman
Singly create
Heaven on earth
When the world finally ended
She learned to love
The peace of the silence
The emptiness above
The potential in everything
And the peace within
When the world ended
She was finally ready to begin
I once held a butterfly so hard
Until its colors bled on to mine
I promised then
That I’ll never
Hold on so tightly to anything again
To never force a change in my colors
To never let others’ fade
The frog enjoyed a warm shoe
Made a loud plop or two
Until she found warmth
And I
Late for school
Tried to play it cool
And not freak out
About a frog
Refusing to get out
Of my right shoe
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Inspired by the word of the day prompt #plop and a true story.
We often took our shoes off at the door and frogs loved that and used it to their advantage!
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What did you come up with?
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PS this image is what the AI created using my poem and I think it’s funny and cute
I never rode a camel
Always prefered a car
Or a horse for an adventure
That’s not very far
The foreigners thought
I might better know
About camels than snow
But I knew little of both
Video games were my mode
Of exploration
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Inspired by the word of the day prompt #Horse
