Steel Lives On and Other Poems

Childish Poetry

Butterflies

What is this feeling that I'm feeling now?

What made the butterflies fluttering round?

Where have the days gone when boys were just boys?

Back when things were simple: kicks, stolen toys.

Boys were so yucky, and always would be.

But now they are different. More like-well-me.

What could have changed in the last few short years,

Besides growing a bit and facing a few fears?

What could have happened to make things this way?

I catch myself singing and dreaming all day.

When's the transition from "yucky" to "friend"?

When does the love start, and the mild hatred end?

My heart is saying "now's when the love starts!

When you've doodled his name and your own in pink hearts.

When your mind yells 'you can't,' but there's hope in your eyes.

When your smile is constant. That's love in disguise."

Things are so complicated now that he's here.

Making me laugh and drying my tears.

The simple days of bragging are dead.

And it seems as eyes meet, that there's smiles instead.

As odd as it is, to have this new change,

I find that I like it, though it is strange.

And so as we all shift in the scheme of the years, I'll embrace the butterflies, holding them near.

Months will spiral, as I smile at the guys,

And hope that they, too, get butterflies.

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Children

Innocence in gap-filled smiles,

Pure joy in their eyes.

Funny questions, tiny words.

I love these little guys.

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Dentistry

Stupid little cavities, I think that they aren't real.

Every time the dentist looks, that's what he says he feels.

I think that it is stupid. I don't think they are there.

And my mom just rolls her eyes. It's wrong! It isn't fair!

I suspect they make it up-a money-stealing scheme!

They simply want more money. I simply want to scream.

When I grow up, I'll say "bye, Doc!" I'll boycott dentistry.

No more fluoride, no more scams, and no more forms for me.

Just because I miss one night, once I don't floss and brush,

Oh, no! The fiend! She didn't clean! More money! Rush, rush, rush!

It's idiotic, so I say "no! No more of this for me!

I hate this place, (it smells of death,) ask goodbye, dentistry!"