Untitled Prose Poem 1

The bird bent her head to the small, flat dish and nibbled on a saltine. Beside it sat two pieces of celery which she chomped into small bites with her sharp beak and which fell from her mouth and cluttered the ground. Hunger clung to her ribs like a safety blanket, her narrow bones protruding at odd angles.

            Her mother landed beside her, offering her the full course she held in her talons.

            “Eat,” she said, but her daughter turned to the celery and continued her slow chomping. “Please,” her mother begged.

But instead the girl straightened from her meal and flew away.

恋の意味は何でしょう

『.大好き』と言うと

どんな意味でしょう？

あなたが

とても好き

と言う意味？

それとも、

あなたなら

何でもできる

と言う意味？

『愛してる』と言うと

どんな意味でしょう？

『大好き』より

強い言葉

と言う意味？

それとも、

あなたが

必要な人

と言う意味？

『恋してる』と言うと

どんな意味でしょう？

あなたなら

何でもできる

と言う意味だ。

『愛してる』より

強い言葉

と言う意味だ。

それに、

永遠まで

一緒にいたい

と言う意味だ。

毎日

おはよう-

あなたの笑顔を

毎朝

見てほしいよ。

こんにちわ-

毎日午後、

あなたと一緒に

手をつないで

公園に散歩に行きたい。

こんばんわ-

毎晩、

あなたの可愛いくて

静かな

ささやきを聞きたい。

おやすみ-

でも、

それまで、

待っているぞ。

I Want to Help You

I want to help you.

I want to wrap you up and hold you in my heart where you will be safe and surrounded by nothing but love.

I want to give you everything I have. I want to give you my money, my love, my scholarships, my life.

I want to show you all the beauty that you're surrounded but somehow not consumed by. I want to impress upon you the immeasurable beauty of family and friends.

I want to teach you to be grateful. I want to turn your anger to joy. I want to make you smile and keep on smiling.

I want to help you.

Be Grateful

For the boy who always told me how amazing life is - I understand now.

The world doesn't know what it has.

People don't realize what they have. They don't sit back and

think, Wow. It's amazing, what I've been graced with. Instead, they see what they could have, but don't. The world is ungrateful.

People don't think, Man, I've got a roof over my head and food in my stomach. They think, I wish I had a big screen TV and oh, a 3D BlueRay player would be nice.

People don't look at the sky when the sun is gloriously shining and realize how beautiful life is. They don't smile at the way the light reflects off the water just so.

People don't smile, knowing someone loves them. They remember the people who don't and those they wish did. They don't sit down with a cup of tea and think, I am so lucky as they recall how their dad used to sit down just the same way, with them in his lap. The world doesn't know how it's loved.

The world doesn't know what it has.

Be grateful.

Disney

Dedicated to Claire C.

Disney. Where fairytales are life, the bad guys get what they deserve, and the beautiful couples lives happily ever after. Where Cinderella escapes her wicked stepmother, and Ariel gets to walk on land. Where there's a prince for every princess.

Today's society pitches itself around these beautiful fairytales. Children grow up listening to happily ever after stories while their parents scream and fight in the other room. They watch movies where the bad guy is murdered, and they cheer, but a couple doors down, a child just few years their senior is being raped.

Why are we sucked into this heterosexual idealistic world where everyone finds true love? Where life is fair? Why does this falsified world appeal to us when we know our own world is so absolutely flawed?

It's because human beings are naturally good, and hopeful. We want the world to be a Disneyland, where everything is fair and safe, and love is conditional. No Disney princess has been dumped, and no Disney prince has pursued another man. Even Disney has flaws.

It's not that an improved, real-life DisneyWorld is impossible. It's simply that you cannot sit around and hope for the world to turn to Disney. You have to get out there and make it happen.

You have to build your own, personal Disneyland.

It takes risks and heartbreak, and justice is not always taken upon those who deserve it. But you can find your own prince or princess. You can find unconditional love and live happily ever after.

So don't wait for Disney. Go create it.

Differences

From 2009.

Everyone is different. We all have the same basic mold - head, torso, legs, arms - but we aren't meant to be the same. Our colors, our shapes, and our preferences vary, as they should. I cannot be you and you cannot be me. That's how it's supposed to be.

This piece is meant to express our differences by playing on many of our senses: the texture of each yarn and paint is different, as are their colors. The one thing they have in common is that they are yarn. Likewise, we are all people and that is the only true characteristic we have in common. Some people are tall, others short; one's color is red, while another's is purple; many being are fuzzy, though just as many are strong and bold. There are many levels of differences, and people can draw similarities wherever they wish. However, when you really get down to it, the only thing we all have in common is our species.