Saturday, April 9, 2011

listening


Part of being grown
is not giving in
to every urge you may have.
Are you listening?

The turtle carries
her shell, slowly,
but surely progressing.
Are you listening?

The good men out there
build clouds
and us girls lay in them,
laughing hysterically.
Are you listening?

Doing the old dance,
believing what you are shown,
not what you're dreaming.
Are you listening?

Dangling on the edge of a clock,
flying on blue currents
of adrenaline and immaturity.
You could bounce on my smile.
Are you listening?


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