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I will never be satisfied with myself.
I cannot play a sport.
I have no skill in any useful activity.
My few talents disappoint many.
Reading doesn’t earn you medals.
Sewing is a seemingly ancient skill.
Writing doesn’t gain you admiring friends.
These things don’t put food on the table
Or clothes on our backs
Or money in our dusty, underused wallets.
Art only gets the lucky far,
Who am I to think I will go far?
I yearn only to prove myself to others.
Perhaps they’ll never be satisfied.
» Posted By Story Solo On 11.19.2012 @ 6:31 pm
The One Place
That She is Never at.
» Posted By Story Solo On 08.23.2012 @ 10:41 pm
I Couldn’t Help it.
All the Fowl Words in the World Were Climbing Up My Throat
Yearning to Be Released.
But I Kept Those Words Down
Opened My Mouth
And Spat on His Shoe.
I Watched His Face Turn a Nasty Shade of Purple
And He Stood
And I Hopped Out of the office Chair,
Grabbed My Friend’s Hand
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.29.2012 @ 11:20 am
It Was the Sound of Mum Closing the Creaky Kitchen Cabinet That Woke Me.
As Usual, I Was Tangled in Blankets
Having Thrashed Around in My Sleep.
My Arms Were Extended
As Though Reaching For Something,
My Nails Jagged
From Scraping the Wall.
This is the Position I Had Been Waking Up in
For the Past Three Months.
A Dreamless Sleep,
And Then I Awaken Like This.
But This Time Was Different.
Because This Time
Exactly What I Was Reaching For.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.28.2012 @ 5:56 pm
I Peeked Through the Curtain
And Saw the Audience.
My Stomach Seemed to Drop
At the Amount of People That Were There,
But My Heart Seemed to Drop
At the Sight of the Two Empty Seats
The Seats That I Had Reserved For Them.
The Room Went Dark,
A Single Spotlight was Turned On.
I Took a Deep Breath
And Stepped Into the Light
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.27.2012 @ 3:08 pm
As I Stood There,
About Television and People and Paint
To a Friend Who Was Hardly Listening
I Felt it,
The Most Wonderful Feeling
I’d Never Felt,
Of Two Arms
Wrapping Around My Waist From Behind,
And I Turned
And There He Was.
We’d Hugged Each Other Many Times Before,
Or When We Passed Each Other in the Halls.
But This Was Different.
I Smiled Up at Him
As He Held Me,
That I May Be Falling in Love
With My Best Friend.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.24.2012 @ 3:54 pm
It Was a Store,
Full of Sparkling Earrings and Glimmering Make-Up.
They Dragged Me Inside,
Painted My Face With Thick Powder,
Draped Jewels Around My Neck,
Sprinkled My Hair With Glitter,
Covered My Shirt With Brooches and Buttons,
Giggling and Babbling
About How Well That Lipstick Makes My Lips Curvier
Or How Pretty My Eyes Look With That Shadow.
All the While, I Sat There
Paralyzed as They Played With My Face
Gazing Longingly Out the Shop Window
At the Bookstore Across the Street.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.22.2012 @ 2:16 pm
I Opened the Envelope,
Curiosity Burning a Hole in My Brain.
I Carefully Unfolded the Paper.
Written in Green Ink
Were Four Sentences;
– Stop Thinking About Her
– Stop Thinking About Her
– Try to Get Over Her
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.21.2012 @ 4:03 pm
“Which One of You Was it?”
Looking at the Two Faces
That I Loved More Than Anything Else in the World.
As They Both Slowly
Raised Their Hands.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.20.2012 @ 8:31 pm
I Walked Back and Forth in Front of the Open Doorway,
Listening For Giggles or Whispering.
I Stepped Inside Every Now and Then
To Make Sure That the Nightlight Stayed On,
The Television Stayed Off,
And the Closet Was Free of Monsters.
When I Was Certain They Were All Asleep,
I Walked Down the Hall
To My Room
And Fell Asleep
My Siblings Were Fine.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.19.2012 @ 3:19 pm
For Some Reason, It Was On a Stretcher,
Which Was Strange Because it Was Hardly a Human Yet.
I Knew, From the Vivid Colors and Birds-Eye View
That This Was Only a Dream;
But That Didn’t Keep the Pain Away.
I Watched as the Two Men in Their White Suits
Wheel the Stretcher Away
And I Cried Into the Chest of a Man
That I Had Never Met Before
And Yet Somehow Knew.
“We’ll Try Again.” He Whispered,
Clutching Me Tighter.
But Something Told Me
That it Was Hopeless,
That Anything That Ever Lived Inside of Me
Was Going to Shrivel Up and Die.
I Woke Up, Sweating.
It Wasn’t the Image of That Small, Crippled, Almost-Human Form
That Made My Heart Pound With Fear,
Though That Was Part of it.
It Was the Thought,
Purely the Thought
That When I Got Older
There Was the Chance
That I’d Never Have a Baby,
Never Look at a Small Human
And See My Face,
Never Be Able to Love Somebody
That Would Look Up to Me.
I Am So Frightened For My Future…
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.18.2012 @ 12:26 pm
I Braided Them Into Her Hair,
Put Them Behind Her Ears,
Sprinkled Them Randomly Onto Her Head.
They Made Her Honey-Blond Curls Appear To Be Darker.
I Picked One Last Flower,
Brighter and Bigger Than the Others
And Placed it Onto Her Shirt.
I Stood There and Examined Her, Her Petal-Speckled Hair
Hundreds of Wildflowers.
She Was My Flower Princess,
I Felt Something Warm Stir in Me
As I Smiled at My Sister.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.16.2012 @ 12:00 pm
She is There When I Cry,
He is There to Make Jokes With,
He is There to Tease Me,
She is There to Be Teased,
He is There to Give Me Piggie-Back Rides,
She’s There to Listen to My Rants,
He’s There to Teach Me Math.
They’re All There For Me
Through Thick and Thin.
But it’s Hard to Look Past the Gaping Hole in the Group….
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.15.2012 @ 3:58 pm
I Handed Her the Apple,
The One I’d Stolen For Myself,
The One That Meant Even a Small Meal,
That May Cease the Growling in My Stomach For at Least the Night.
But Seeing Her There,
I Knew I Had to Give it to Her,
Because I Knew I Wouldn’t Be Able to Live With Myself if I Just Walked Away
And Let Her Starve.
When She Took the Apple
With Shaking Hands
A Smile Broke On Her Face
As Though I Was
And Her Eyes Filled With Tears.
I Walked Away,
Damning This Conscious of Mine,
The Thing That Stood Between Me and Dinner,
But I Couldn’t Help But Feel Warmth Inside
After Witnessing the Smile
Of a Woman That Was Spared From Starvation
For at Least Another Night.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.14.2012 @ 3:05 pm
I Was Dreaming.
I Knew That Immediately
Because He Was There,
And I’d Already Accepted the Fact
That He’s Never Coming Back.
I Ran to Him,
Yearning For His Touch,
Not Caring That He Wasn’t Real,
Just Wanting So Desperately to Touch His Skin,
No Matter How Unreal.
I Was Merely Inches From Him
When a Door Between Us
Blocking Me From Him.
I Hammered on the Door,
But it Would Not Budge.
I Knew What Was Going to Happen
Before I Even Touched the Doorknob.
It Was Locked.
I Couldn’t Even Reach Him
In My Dreams…
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.13.2012 @ 10:40 pm
How Can Something So Small Hurt So Bad?
But it’s True,
My Heart is Broken…
But They Don’t Make Band-Aids
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.12.2012 @ 1:50 pm
“We Could be Together You Know.
When I Get Back.”
What a Suggestion!
I Gazed at the Computer Screen,
Starstruck at the Words He Had Just Sent.
After a Moment, I Typed,
Then I Erased it.
I Tried Again.
“I’ve Waited Two Years For You to Ask Me That!”
I Tried One More Time;
It Took Only a Second For Him to Respond.
“Yes. Because I Love You.”
I Couldn’t Bring Myself to Type Those Three Words Back,
Because I Had Been Hurt too Many Times Before…
So I Shut Down the Computer,
And Dreamed About What Could Happen
If I Said Yes,
But I Wasn’t Getting My Hopes Up…
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.10.2012 @ 12:01 pm
I Lifted the Bucket
And Handed it to Him.
“What is it?”
I Murmured, Peering at the Small Creature Inside.
And He Replied in a Soft Whisper.
“It’s a Kitten.”
And So it Was.
Smaller Than My Head,
Laying on a Fine Layer of Straw.
It Was a Runt.
Left By it’s Mother.
Fur Darker Than Night.
Eyes Shut Tight.
“Can I Keep it?” I Murmured.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.08.2012 @ 3:08 pm
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They Laugh At Me
In My Overalls
While They Look Flashy in Their Revealing Dresses.
At My One-Piece Swimsuit,
While They Bounce About in Their Small Bikinis,
At the Worn Ragged Jeans,
As They Strut Down the Halls
In Skirts That Hardly Reach Their Thighs.
Teenagers Are So Strange…
I Can’t Wait Until I’m Not One.
» Posted By Story Solo On 07.07.2012 @ 2:31 pm