Grey & White Stripes

I am tall, and agile, with curled, dark brown hair that sways to the nip of my back; I am a dancer. I always have a smile on my face, twirling, dipping, and leaping through the air. My partner is very professional, agile, and beautiful as well. We dance for ages it seems, just performing for an empty auditorium. The velvet, burgundy red, curtain behind us, sleepily slumping on the stage ground. Stretching far above our heads, thirty maybe forty feet above us it clung to the wires, chains, loops, and pulleys. Against the curtain, my dress is illuminated. A pale buttermilk, floor length, sleeveless, gown with lily petal patterns intricately embroidered almost invisibly around the skirt hem. Accompanied by my gentleman’s classic tuxedo, we silence all fashion magazines in awe and zealousness. The stage is lit by only the main spotlight, glaring at center stage, heating the floorboards beneath my slippers and evaporating the sweat beads accumulating around my temples, then breaking free to...

Within the stress Within the mess Beyond this is girl Is her distress. Pressure building Nerves contracting Everything inside reacting Negatively to this strain This pain This hurt inside Everything is slowly ending My life, myself, it all Depending On what used to be What once was good I see it all But I’m beneath a hood A cloak, a veil of endless Dim light Of out of reach But within my sight I think and think and think I need it Try and try and try To feel it But its not there It’s just not fair Why me? why now? why this? I ponder What’s going on inside I wonder My brain is mush Bones turned to dust I push and push and push Too much Avoid it, forget it all But in my head It haunts my all My everything, my very being Slowly turning into green Envying and jealousy Inside the mirror I see not me. But why look? Why look at all It longs and quickens And steepens the fa...

Is it strange that I miss a big fuzzy monster that lurks inside my refrigerator? Or a night owl down the hall? Or a little giant hibernator that doesn't sleep at all? I miss that big old grumpim bear that would always slump away. I miss all these lovely, odd things, but mostly i miss him who's left again today. He is that grumpim, sleepy, big fuzz headed eater. He's my dearest big brother, and i'm his baby seester.