Happy Birthday Kath

So there's this girl I know

But she doesn't know me

She has the mind of a poet

She has the voice of an angel

And the heart of one, too

This young woman inspires me in

Everything she does

She turns 21 today

So I wrote this poem for her

To say "Happy Birthday"

But if you really think about it,

Every one of my poems is for her

Because if it wasn't for her and her blog

Sonnets and Scribbles

My poem-writing days would have

ended back in elementary school

I wish I could meet her

I wish I could give her a huge birthday hug

She deserves it

She is everything I want to be when I am 21

She is Katherine Cimorelli

Mouse and Lion

There was a little white mouse and a magnificent golden lion.

"What does the universe have in store for me?" the little mouse asked the impressive lion one day.

"Many things," the lion replied, not entirely interested in the conversation. "Only time will tell."

"Big things?" the mouse persisted, thinking the lion was very wise.

"No, no, little things," the lion chuckled, taken off guard by the mouse's large dreams. "You are a little mouse, are you not?"

"Maybe," the mouse responded, giving this much thought. "But I have big things ahead, goals I will reach, places I will go."

The lion grew bored with the conversation and sauntered away.

So the mouse sauntered away as well, in the opposite direction, with just as much confidence.

Because this little white mouse knew it had big things ahead, goals it will reach, places it will go.

And that's all it needed.

Invisible Girl

There once was a girl

who thought she was

Invisible

but inside she knew

She stood out

She was different

from the rest

She watched stories

play out in her mind

and words appear

under her pen

And at night

she wandered

with her head to the

Sky

She wandered

and she wondered

Because the universe

is full of wonders

and this girl knew

that she would never be

Satisfied with her knowledge

She would always wander

She would always wonder

But Today I Am Silent

I shove the thoughts back
They must not become words
They stay in my mind
My mind is a cage
They howl and claw
to no avail
But there will come a day
when the cage's hinges
weaken
The words will come tumbling out
Yes, there will come a day
The words will be free

Fate

The pink east sky

somewhere beyond the trees

awaits a destiny

It is as set as stone

if stone were set

but stone,

like many others,

can change

Everything changes

even fate

But fate itself

is inescapable

Return

Can we return
to the sunshine
and the warmth?
Can we go back
to the days
of you and me?
Sitting by campfire
fireflies float by
anything is possible
even distant dreams
Can we return
to summer?

Midnight

Pain
It is something I have come to know
like an old friend, ready to stab me in the back
Pessimism
Pain and Pessimism
People say love is simple
but I know from experience
Love can be very complicated
A wise old man once said,
"It's hard to love someone who hates himself or herself."
Love
It brings me great joy
and sorrow I've never experienced
Before
Every move I make with my mouth
Sears with pain of winter chapped lips
Even a smile
My head aches from the
sound, light, confusion
I am exhausted
more tired than ever
but as rain that is not rain
slides down the cold, freckled window
the darkness of
Midnight
is still not enough to coax me to sleep
The only thing that could make me better
is your voice
whispering,
"Relax"
"I love you"
It's so very late
I'm so very tired
Sleep is such a long way off
Your voice is so far away
at Midnight.