I’m perfectly imperfect,And by that I mean to say,I’ve got a lovely golden star,For my awesome, faulty day.I gave myself a dozen points,And a silver crescent moon.For eating all my breakfast,And cleaning up my room.My dishes aren’t clean today,But I don’t feel so bad.My laundry’s in the washer,So I guess I’m pretty rad.I even called … Continue reading Perfectly Imperfect
I want to be a thousand things,With a hundred thousand skills.I want to paint and write and draw,And do the things that give me chills. I want to be an artist,Better than the best.I want to sketch and speak and write,And never, ever rest. I want to be a teacher,And pass on what I’ve learned.I … Continue reading A Thousand Things
Welcome to my cluttered life,Won’t you stay a while.There’s space between my endless tasks,My planner and my file.Welcome to my cluttered life,Ignore that pile of dreams.I’ll move aside the heap of goals,That’s tearing at my seams.Welcome to my cluttered life,I wish that you could stay.We’d have some tea and cakes and laughs,And in the sunshine … Continue reading Cluttered Life
I have a dozen failures,Every one of them is mine.Like a dozen little ducklings,Spread out in a line.They follow me throughout my life,They never miss a beat.A dozen little failures,Gathered all around my feet.Didn’t wash the dog today,Forgot to feed the fish,Called my mom an hour late,And broke another dish.I have a dozen failures,They always … Continue reading A Dozen Little Failures
I dislike admitting that there is a kind of writing I can’t do. I will freely admit that part of this—and only part—is a pride thing. I make my living off of writing, and I like to think that I can do most kinds well. The not-pride part of the annoyance stems from the fact … Continue reading Writing Poetry
Ramblings of an Obsessive Bookworm 