The Day After Friday

August 30, 2011
By LittleMissSunshine08_11 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
LittleMissSunshine08_11 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad. ~Norm Papernick


Today
I am
Miss
Fear
Less

First,
Waking Up,
Before my
Candy apple phone
Beeped music,
Singing my eyes open,
Instead
Of shut, like
Voices do

I beat my
Alarm, for
The first time since
Six o’clocks

And walking
In frozen white rice
An hour later
In winter

I turned on
That silver knob,
All the way
To steaming

Forgot the fan,
So the world fogged up

And the
Butter-cream walls
Sagged down,
Moldy,
Wet

The other me
Behind the cracked
Wood frame
Beams “good morning”

With a
White towel, the hotel kind
Like a fence
On her head,
Keeping stray brown
Curlies and straights
In check

I practice
Silly face,
Intense face,
Model face,
And giggle
At the results

Toothpaste
Looks too much like
Shaving cream.

It’s dangerous…
What if Sister,
Night troll,
Ten,
Were to make a switch?

Then my tongue would shrivel,
And my teeth
Would taste
Soap-suddy

Big tube,
Orange,
Red,
And yellow…
½ mask,
½ something else

I squeeze
A drop of goo
Onto my finger,

About
The size of
A pea, but not
Green,
And not
From dirt

Smear it all
Onto my face,
My canvas

Always blank,
Because mother says
“No make-up.”

She told me cosmetics
Make your skin
Porcelain-doll, for a day
And then crackly Rhino hide
For the rest of your life

I argue, but
Don’t wear it
Because there’s none

Only hers,
Lipstick
And blush
That comes in
Strange
Purpley colors

Closet doors
Go squeak,
Dusty white
With ridges

Slats, that
Remind me
Of bamboo shades
Covering people’s windows

Floral is
My favorite,
So I tug
A skirt,
Pale blue,
Covered
In almost-real roses

Out
From underneath
Jean shorts,
And everything else
Tumbles
To the floor

I leave it there…
The other clothes,
Stacked
Leaning Tower of Pisa-style,

Cower, scrunched
From years
Of careless folding

No breakfast, please…
Haven’t got time.

I tap a code,
Secret,
Feeling spy-ish,
Into a panel
Dotted
With numbered buttons,

The one that makes
The spider-webby
Garage door
Creak, and yawn

I squish past
Bronte,
She’s a
Big, silver moon monster

She still smells
Plasticy and new…
I hate it.

Shiny, violet bike
Waits for me,
Leaning against
His kickstand
Casually,
A teenage boy,
Trying to be
“Cool”

The sapphire helmet
With a hundred thousand
Dots of cobalt
Makes me look
Mushroom-y

Concussions are bad.
That’s why I jam it on
To my head
Dad jokes
That I should have one
For inside, too

Today
I am
Miss
Fear
Less

Pedalling away
That anger
From afternoon
Grumpiness,

Over bumps
In the midnight gravel
Until I reach
Glassy Corner

A shattered something…
The pieces,
Clear,
Stars, thrown on the ground…

If they
Could not
Cut me,
I’d scoop them all up,
Opposite of Humpty-Dumpty,
And make them feel
Together again


The author's comments:
I just LOVE inventing words... curlies, soap-suddy... as long as they're not completely ridiculous. It makes your writing voice sound younger. I don't aim for that all the time, but it's really fun. This is a typical Saturday morning for me... enjoy!

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on Dec. 4 2011 at 5:37 pm
LittleMissSunshine08_11 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad. ~Norm Papernick

Thanks so much! The comments mean a lot :)

on Nov. 2 2011 at 10:33 pm
VandalSpirit DIAMOND, Pleasant Prairie, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of Gods great love, we are not consumed. His compassion never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

I agree, its kinda long but its perfectly fine cause you give the perfect amount of details. They just make something that would usually be boring to people stand out and sound beautiful.

on Oct. 21 2011 at 7:25 pm
LittleMissSunshine08_11 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
9 articles 0 photos 23 comments

Favorite Quote:
Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad. ~Norm Papernick

:D Thank you!

JuStMe.DeZZi said...
on Oct. 21 2011 at 9:12 am
JuStMe.DeZZi, NA, Other
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As I have said on your other poems, you are a true writer. This one is rather long but you are so descriptive and you give everything this kind of peppy, quirky feel that I really like it. Well done! :D


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