Inspired by the poetic form used Flamenca.

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Don’t Grow Weary

Don't Grow Weary

Things of Dreams

It’s like the things of dreams
flying over trees
touching the sky
singing lullabies
to the clouds that float by
Sun sets on cool nights
last golden touches
on leaves and brushes
Then velvet night’s sky falls
brilliant stars shine
but the moon outshines them all
Oh to touch each one
to wish on them all
until the night is done
To fish off the moon
to sleep in fluffy clouds
To rise with the sun
and watch the earth glow
To start a new day
filled with hope and love

Bathroom Stalls

Silent cries
in a bathroom stall
Cascading tears
like waterfalls
Pasted smiles
don’t reach the eyes
Perfect stoic face
set upon a crumbling base
Stare’s a blank
hiding whirlwind thoughts & emotions
every step she takes
hammers through her heart like a stake
An empty drive
makes an empty life
and slowly she dies

Life’s Not a Romantic Fairytale

They tell me
“Life’s not a romantic fairytale”
long gone are hopeful dreams
men playing knights in shining armor
don’t ride in during trouble scenes
Life’s day to dull day actions
aren’t filled with exciting heroine schemes
and happy endings only happen
with Facebook like esteem
Life’s happy moments play out
on the social media stage
Happy pictures play out scenes
hiding life’s usual way
Frozen fake smiles
flashy lifestyle guiles
all in the name of pretend
Perfecting the perfect fake life
on the social media trend
But I choose to believe
in my happy fairytale dreams
that I can make come true
my life’s survival
doesn’t comprise
of fake lies
posted for the world to see
So I press forward
looking onward
for my happiness
no Facebook friend can understand
and I smile content
not being anyone’s puppet
Because I’m free