Smallest Stories

2010-09-15T13:46:00.000-07:00

little doll
grew underground
her eyes to see
what there was found
the dark
the seeds
the roots
grew leaves
and tiny trees
graced both her cheeks

2010-09-11T05:35:00.000-07:00

Palest queen
of ice and snow
just lack of warmth
and H2O
In her camouflage of white
she nearly fades just out of sight.
A fortress of twigs will keep out most
except for those who can see
this ghost.

2010-08-11T21:45:00.000-07:00

Cross my heart
and hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
All my promises are breaking.
I know the cost
But who promised those things?
She no longer exists.

2010-08-09T17:45:00.000-07:00

Two sisters once shared secrets,
and a room.
But then, things happened.
They took up jobs in different households.
One cared for mother, one for father.
Each forgot they were a sister.
Many years later,
they run into each other quite by surprise.
They each barely recognize the other
Except they are both
wearing the same strange hats,
both dreaming the same strange dreams, the same flowers growing in their gardens.

2010-07-14T21:56:00.000-07:00

My hands make little hands.

2010-07-14T21:45:00.000-07:00

http://murphydesign1.blogspot.com/2010/04/survey-select-press-release.html

2010-07-07T19:24:00.000-07:00

I am the good baby.

I never make a fuss.
Such a quiet child. No demands. I can be whatever you like.
But watch out:
for all my sweetness demands a devouring.
One day I may swallow this house, but right before I do I will speak all of the things that I never said.

2010-07-07T12:10:00.000-07:00

ferocious dark monster,
I dwell below.
A secret I'll share
and now you know:

I am only a small child.

Not seeing my mother, I believe myself abandoned.
I grasp at everything I can - and my cry is always for "MORE!"

2010-07-07T11:50:00.000-07:00

You know who I am.
I am the part of you that is the ocean.

You didn't know we are the same?
Why do you think your tears are full of salt?
Your sweat?
And blood?

How long will I cry?
How long will you keep doing this to yourself?

2010-06-25T21:59:00.000-07:00

Once we loved. Then, we parted. My wings became arms again. I speak now and seldom sing. But some things can never be as before. I pay attention now to different things - I hear the tiniest insect move beneath the ground.
Small hopes keep me alive - like the way leaves sometimes still grow from the stumps of trees.

2010-06-25T21:53:00.000-07:00

Mystery of mysteries: what is given returns.

2010-06-25T21:33:00.000-07:00

Because I could not speak they thought I could not hear. Because my mind was new they thought I could not notice. But I saw everything, even the invisible, and I heard everything, including the silences. I never spoke of it, but much later, when I was alone again, all my tears turned to red.