Poems

(1.)

I am from a sketch book

From colored pencils and computers

I am from the tall building with the rose bushes

and the meows of my cat, Logan

I am from the green vines upon our windows

The lake and Pier

I'm from baking and artistic skill

From mother and father

I'm from laughing and playing games

And from fiendish delight

I'm from "We'll fix it together," and "I will always love you"

And the "Ghost Busters" tune

I'm from competitive gaming

I'm from the hospital and home

Nutella and omelets

From "The small girl who always went to 

the library to read." And her eyes never left the pages.  

(2.)

Bird of My Feather

Long winged rider of sweet midnight breezes

Made of dreams, fears and fantasies

Flying high in the realm of pure imagination

Creating the sky that becomes your domain

Speaking in thunderclaps and soft whispers

Vivid colors and sweet aromas left in your wake

Unperceived by a world numbed to beauty

And comfortable in ignorance

Wingtips touch and inspiration ignites

As mirror images take flight

Identical opposites intertwined in midair

Most would never understand

They look up in admiration

But would want to destroy us if we flew too low

So higher ever higher we dance through the air

As long as this dream shall last

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I didn't write either of these.. but they are both mine all the same.