is it pretty?

The darker it is, the prettier I feel

Well Hello Again

I must say,

“somethings are not as pretty as they seem”

Where did all the pretty girls go?
We often glamorize the past, but
It really is not the same anymore.

Gee, do they still make wooden Christmas trees?

: This little green one here seems to need a home.
: I don’t know, Charlie Brown. Remember what Lucy said? This doesn’t seem to fit the modern spirit.
: I don’t care. We’ll decorate it and it’ll be just right for our play. Besides, I think it needs me.

we all need something pretty this holiday season.

When you are pretty

you might still

need to claw your way

to the top

What I count on
is a white birch
that stands
where no human language
is ever heard.

You once made such pretty things

Why did you stop?

I think they are screaming to be let out

Please do not stop pushing

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

*Maya Angelou*

beyond pretty

I am holding the key

but finding that unlocking the door

is pretty hard at the moment