"Being Big" by Laurie Molloy

When i was little

i wanted to be big

so i could decide

what i did-

so i could drive places

and do grown up things,

eat what i wanted and

decide who my friends were.

Dress up, wear make - up

and most of all

tell myself what to do.

I still want to be big

each day i try

to be a little bigger-

a better person

than i think i can be.

It is a lot harder

to be in charge than I thought.

"Light" by Laurie Molloy

If Thomas Edison hadn't invented the light bulb

what would light up the night?

I would let the lightning bugs in

and they would glow and blink

and i could read and write

and have conversations

talk with friends, late into the night.

I would have nature to thank-

the electric bill would be much less

and they could be my friends

they might evolve, learn to talk,

grow bigger and learn to think

each day providing more and more light

making every night, lovely and bright.

"One Dream" by Laurie Molloy

A trillion dreams

passing through,

but there's only one

i have to have-

just this one,

and it will all be ok.

Each morsel of will

is dedicated to

this overwhelming need

to be free from the people

who say it is unrealistic.

I say they are stuck somewhere

silently slipping away

in a world dependent on reasons.

"The Question of Destiny" by Laurie Molloy

Did I choose this destiny

or did it find me?

Did fate falter and

leave me behind?

Did I color outside the lines,

ending up with a scribbled life-

far from the set script,

full of made up colors

and scenes I drew up

veering me off the path

the stars have intended for me?

"Crowds" by Laurie Molloy

Like a flea

i swarm,

i make my way

through the city streets-

in between

ten thousand feats

i try to accomplish the goal

of getting a bite to eat.

And i am lost

and alone.

On another day

all the people

would comfort me,

and i would seek out

the bustling noise

to feel a part

of something bigger.

A life full and complete

by the small fabric pieces

of the wandering people

walking in new or tattered

clothes, with minds

of their own, similar and unique

that complete me and

the missing buttons

from my wardrobe.

"Tired" by Laurie Molloy

Further into my sugar high-

trying to recover from lack of sleep

i continue hammering on.

I feel I must-

soon the day will cease

and i will dream continuously

until the next sun appears.

"Looking Young - or trying to" by Laurie Molloy

She walks proudly

with her deep orange tan

and puffy collagen lips-

face confined by botulism

No one knows what she thinks

as she passes by

or converses

because her mouth hardly moves.

Her hair, blonde coated and gray

like golden straw gone bad.

Married to an old rich man-

and soon her lips will pop,

her skin will crack,

and the dye will fade.

Her captor will die

leaving her withered and alone.