Those Random, Wonderful Moments…By Zoe Himmel

Shy Grey BalloonI am shy like a grey balloon,

Desperate for colors, searching for a new skinLonging for a pallet with the selection

Of the rainbowYet hidden with the shadows is where I stay

Because I am shy and forever grey

Camera, EyesMental memory, my mind is the SM card

My eyes are the cameraThey function like lendsPress the zoom, 20 20

Close your eyesReview what you shot

“Zoe the Imperfect”My body is my home.

I can never escape it, just change it.And even though I criticize my appearance and my actions,

I would never alter myself to be socially acceptableBecause the only one who can judge me, is me myself and IAnd though at times I find myself slipping under the cracks

There’s always something to remind meThat my imperfections are what make me beautiful

And maybe in my mind, when I look in that mirror everydayI say, “Damn… I wish my eyes were a different color”

Or, “Damn… I wish my style was cooler”Or, “Damn… I wish my hair wasn’t so difficult”

But then I try to remember…That to somebody my imperfections are perfections in their own way

And that there are some things that I do love about myselfAnd so changing one thing would just lead to changing another,

And another and another…Until finally, I become the product of society.

But I have the mindset of an individual,And if they want to put a label on me,

I’d rather be “Zoe the Imperfect” than “Zoe the Clone”

"Imperfection is beauty. Madness is genius and its better to be absolutely ridiculous, then absolutely boring."-Marilyn

Manroe

HeadphonesMemories…

She sits and holds the headphonesWrapping them around her fingers

She remembers the sounds,The places they would take her

Like wired tunnels,And she crawled through themUntil she reached the openingTo the world, on the other end

She untangles every knotAs if they complicate the route

She remembers the feelingThe chill it would send down her spine

How it magnified the bassShe memorized the intensity,

She misses that escape

Ideal DateEmpty Chinese takeout cartons

Left on the tableWhile a movie plays

As the soundtrack to our dateIn your arms for the night

Is where I stayTo keep the smile

Upon my face

Unknown CaseOne shot

Two shotsA bullet

With no bloodLeaves a caseEmpty handed

And a box of clean glovesA gun with no printsIt’s lost its way home

Find the runaway’s ownerThen the game has been won