The Thing About Dreaming

Dream and start the climb and die trying
And I dreampt and I will drown will I drown
I can see
The
                                                                                              End.
And yet I still dream and I still wish and I still try and I still walk and I still laugh and I still
Run.
They tell me run.
And if I die trying, I die running and my heart will be beating
Faster
And faster
And faster
And will it be running?
Will I be running?
                Will I be dreaming?

There is a Star in the Darkness

A girl sits in the window,

Watching a city drenched in cold air.

She doesn’t know,

She’ll never know,

How it came that she was here and they were there.

The people run and walk,

They know they are safe, free.

The girl gawks,

But she can never talk,

Of this place she calls a mystery.

They call it Estrella City,

The girl calls it her heart.

Never a rotten tree,

Not in a century,

But it wasn’t always safe from the start.

Forgotten, until the girl used her eyes,

But she took it for granted.

Open to dusty skies,

It was her demise,

A new seed shall now be planted.

Now Estrella’s colors are true,

It provides shelter from the rain,

It’s the inspiration, too,

For me and you,

Now the girl sees her gain.

Her heart, full it was once not,

Her soul now a budding tree.

The girl never forgot,

Who she was, and who she ought,

She never frowned again, and never shall she.

A girl sits in the window,

Watching a city drenched in cold air.

She doesn’t know,

She’ll never know,

How it came that she was here and they were there.

If She Were More

Lays in boxes
Strewn across the floor
Waiting
To be packed up and
Moved again.
You speak of promises,
I wait, wait, wait.
I do a lot of wait.
I cry.
Silently,
In the blackness of the night.
I had everything,
I took it away,
Accidentally.
It's gone.
We're spent
Of money,
Of tears,
Of time.
Done waiting.
We saw light at the end of a tunnel,
Didn't know
It was a fire,
The ruthless destroyer.
I watched it burn,
Stood idly by.
Now,
I'm still waiting

For your promises.

Teenage Tuesday: Introducing Hannah Cabeza

Hannah Cabeza

Aliases/Nicknames: Chana, Jelly Bean

Identity: Not public, not secret, not on social media

Steps

The child,

Who always was a child,
Grew.

She yet is smaller,
And she knows that there is still growing to come,
But she is matured.

She understands you now,
Heck, she talks to you now,
But do you still see a child?

She is tripped sometimes,
Oh, poor baby, you cry.
But she is no longer a baby.

And she hears you now.

Teenage Tuesday: Only For Those Who Listen

I talk,
But no one listens.

If I were silent,
Would you notice?

They who never say anything hear me.
They who talk all day judge me.

I am merely keeping pace with the world.
They who run free are dominant.

Maybe if you actually looked into my eyes
Would you notice the walls I put up.
Would you know me then?

Only for those who listen,
Only do they understand.