Even with the magic of lengthening shadows, and the help of optical illusions, these tiny, wet feet of mine never came close to filling up a single shoe of yours.
Poetry – Filling Your Shoes
Poetry
Poetry – Heartstrings
You play with my
heartstrings,
like a kitten
bats at yarn.
- marandarussell.com
Poetry – Sunny Day
My favorite smoothie
is called a Sunny Day.
Oranges, strawberries,
and a hint of mango
help to soothe
these midwestern blues.
- marandarussell.com
Poetry – Breakup Song
(Sing to the tune of "The Farmer in the Dell", feel free to change pronouns to fit your personal situation)
He's a piece of shit
He's a piece of shit
I don't even want to be sad
cause he's a piece of shit
-marandarussell.com
(Don't worry, I'm fine lol, just wrote this a while back when I was angry and thought it was funny enough to share!)
Poetry – Faster
Years go by,
the big hand
moving round the clock
faster
and
Faster
and
FASTER
and
FASTER!!!
and
*snap*!
-marandarussell.com
Poetry – Inverted
All I've known is dysfunction. I began to bloom locked in the closet, hidden under the stairway, abandoned in pitch black rooms - so is it any wonder if my blossoms grew inverted?
Poetry – Buttered Toast
As the toast fell from the counter, crumbs went everywhere. She sighed, but instead of reaching for a dishrag, sunk her toes into the thickly buttered side facing up. For a moment, the kitchen felt like a spa.
Poetry – Counting Stars
Wading through soggy Lucky Charms, I push aside horseshoes, clovers, and tasty red balloons to begin counting stars. - marandarussell.com
Poetry – Countdown
Six! (countdown) Five! (until) Four! (my) Three! (next) Two! (breakdown) One! DAMN.
