Monthly Archives: March 2015

I am a Butterfly

I wrote this when I was in the sixth grade in 1996, at 11 years old. I wrote it for some poetry project we had to do for language arts. I also entered it in one of those poetry contests in the back of Seventeen magazine, and got published in some book called Memories and Daydreams, on page 127. I think it was just a hoax company that only published those to print EVERY poem entered, only to sell it back to ALL the poets featured for 60 dollars A BOOK. I bought that book, worked the entire summer that year just to pay it off, and it sits on my bookshelf to this day.

 

 

Butterfly Pink Purple

 

I am a butterfly,

with pink and purple wings.

I fly about gazing at the beauty

of the gorgeous shrubs.

When I see a tempting flower,

I fly down and kiss the precious petals.

I fly high and low,

and east and west,

to show all the anxious people

my pink and purple wings.

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This is my life for the past 2 years now.

Me:

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Other Moms: 2012-09-26-16-11-57-e1348932775611

 

Sitting here staring at a screen, wasting away,
Thinking of all the useful things I could be doing today.

I wonder how my daughter is, and what she’s doing right now.
I could spend as much time with her, as much as time would allow.

See, I have to work this petty job to make ends meet,
But if I didn’t have to, boy would my life be sweet.

I’d be the best house wife and house mom ever,
Home made dinner every night, house clean and whatsoever

Needed to be done would be done.
I’d be happy and for a while, this game of life would be won.

Instead, here I sit dreaming, trying to pass this time away,
Seeing how much of it I can let transgress seamlessly, everyday.

The weekends just fly by like I’m at work still,
When I want the clock to stop, so I can take it in and get my fill.

Though this is my life, this never ending cycle of work and a little play.
At least I can watch through the glass, all the others just getting their way.

I need to stop this rhyme, before I tear up and my coworkers see,
and think, “Gosh, what a blubbery sow! Let’s just leave her be.”

 


Clam Sauce

Red clam sauce

 

Whilst grocery shopping yesterday,
A can of red clam sauce came my way.
I couldn’t help but think of you,
And all the silly little things you do.
Like equating bodily functions with food,
Being perverted, hilarious, and crude.