Scribble ScarsA Poem by Kayla K"If we did all the things that we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves." ~ Thomas Edison
"All the dreamers in all the world are dizzy in the noodle." ~ Edie Adams "Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely." ~ Erma Bombeck "I challenge you to be dreamers; I challenge you to be doers and let us make the greatest place in the world even better." ~ Brian Schweitzer "Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers." ~ Paul Wellstone "Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."~Harriet Tubman "I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle."~ Marilyn Monroe Scribble scars, shooting stars. Dandelion dust, butterfly wing trust. Wishing well dreams, dropped inside a coin. Welcome to the club, would you like to join? Society of wishers, riding on star drops. Deep within mind, creativity never stops. Write upon my arm, to cover up the scar. Forgetting all the hurt, it's hidden in a jar. Whisked away, by the breeze, garden pixies, softly sneeze. Scatter the seeds, of sunflower growth. Promise to wishing, time to take the oath. Caterpillars transform into butterfly beauty. Make it across, the self-made boundary. Scribble the scars, throughout the ink. You'll feel much better, in a simple blink. Ride across space, shooting stars swing, running parallel, with a Saturn ring. Winds of plenty, carry the hope. Writers throw, out safety rope. Scribble scars, write your soul. Standing up, reach your goal. Astound yourself, as you achieve. You'll make it, if you just believe The rest of them, may push you down. Never do worry, we'll leave the town. Allow us dreamers to shine. The rights are ours, this freedom is mine. Scribbles of the inky kind, I'll show the world what goes on in my mind. © 2011 Kayla KAuthor's Note
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Added on May 31, 2011Last Updated on May 31, 2011 AuthorKayla KSmall town , NYAboutI'm a cyclone of myself, a caterpillar delight still finding my wings. A balloon stuck up in the clouds, no one can bring me down from my high. Shattered into pieces, be careful when you pick .. more..Writing
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