Beckyand Franny's Poetry Marathon

This mini PoetryMarathon stemmed from a visit Franny paid to my house last week. I liked alot of the stuff we came up with, so I decided to post it. Franny: If you have any objections, just tell me!

~Becky~

 1. Becky

 Twilight bedazzels the land,
 Pulling sky and earth and air
 To it's bossom. 
 Whispering to itself and telling
 A bedtime story to the waiting
 Flowers,
 The bugs,
 The grass,
 And us, spread out like the blankets
 On the lawn of the capital,
 Unreal like the view of the city
 From the tallest building around.
 You can't build anything taller,
 And it's nice that way.
 What if they had that rule for people?

 2. Franny

 From the tallest building around
 it's amazing what your eye
 skims over
 leaving the people to their own lives
 their own secrets
 veiled in the city
 and looking up at you
 wondering
 if you jumped
 could you fly?

 3. Becky

 If you jumped,
 Could the world hold your ambition?
 Would you ever, ever come back
 To the people who've nourished you, 
 Fed and treasured you
 In their hearts
 Regardless of the miles between?
 You're the kind of person
 Who could disappear so easilly
 Into the night, into the mist
 Into the city streets
 And leave us here,
 Your extended blood,
 Grasping for your return.
 Would you look back?

 4. Franny

 Would you look back
 and see what I see?
 Even thought I'm still caught
 in the middle of it all
 would you see me trapped in a spider's web
 with sticky strands
 holding my eyes open by the lashes
 when all I want to do is forget.
 Do you see the sparklers 
 I'm waving in the night
 as a signal for help
 do you come running back
 or admire the beauty
 of colored sparks like burning conffetti
 (or burning tears?)
 when you leave do you stare hard at the sun
 to make you cry?

 5. Becky

 Even though I'm still caught,
 I pretend I'm not.
 There was a time when my pillow
 was nothing but a chalice for my tears.
 There was a time before I knew,
 knew what he was like,
 his giddy nerves and shallow soul
 like a grave.
 Yes my dear.
 Those are the bones sticking like
 driftwood from your back yard.
 Those are the ghosts you see,
 parading in white at the edge
 of the woods, just beyond 
 the corners of your eyes.
 You've bought your freedom dearly,
 now tell me, was it worth the price?
 Once struck, twice shy.
 Twice shy of you.

 6. Franny

 You've bought your freedom
 so now you hold it in front
 of my eyes
 to tempt me with the chocolate
 I can't have
 chocolate with the flavor of
 running in the grass
 early early in the morning
 and having the dew soak right through
 your feet
 and saturate your bolld.
 That chocolate labeled 'Freedom'
 is right above my head
 in the grocery store
 I stand on tiptoe to reach
 and lose my balance
 right as my fingers touch that outer wrapping.
 So I lie on the hard cold floor tiles
 and compare the florescent lights above me
 to my life
 If this floor were a chocolate bar
 it's label would be 'Fear'.

 7. Becky

 That chocolate labeled 'freedom.'
 So so sweet.
 Honey dark variety, get it and you'll see
 boys coated in black leather and studs,
 cruising like black cats,
 languid and dangerous as fire,
 watch out you don't get burned.
 Milk chocolate, get it and you'll become
 A princess, with a fairy wand
 and just the smile you've always wanted.
 You'll have an endless supply of glitter,
 and an endless supply of charm to go with it.
 And now for the white: get this 
 and you'll find that the world of your dreams
 and the world of your reality 
 are really one.
 Won't that make you happy?
 Only the chocolate bars named 'freedom'
 aren't sold in the store,
 no matter where you look.
 But you've HEARD of them before,
 and you've tasted them once,
 oh once.
 With 130 other people, and they knew
 it was freedom too.
 And now you may spend the rest of your life searching 
 for that moment again.

 8. Franny

 You'll have an endless supply of glitter
 to sparkle with.
 You can sparkle yourself
 your friends
 and the gorgeous person on the street
 that you aren't brave enough to
 talk to.
 You can leave diamond dust everywhere
 that will always catch
 the corner of everyone's eye
 and make them stop 
 and break out of their
 sophisticated directed closed off selves.
 and I saw the girl who touched her hand
 to the sidewalk
 and saw teh fairy dust
 and remembered how Peter Pan 
 used it to fly.
 I saw her rub it on her hair
 and flap her arms like wings
 and take off down the street
 flying
 with her feet on the ground.