White-blue cascade

Water falls
Not in a stream
In a gush
White cascades whisp
Over my frail body
I hold my hands up
To surrender
But still the
Waterfall falls.

Your co-writer

Stuck in the space
behind your ear
I become inspired
My pink thinking hat
is brimming with ideas
Pushing and Shaking
In this prison
Behind your ear
And you curse
As I crash to the floor
You wrap your fingers
around my hexagon shape
Wondering how I escaped you
You tuck me into
Your fiery red pony-tail
I've become un-movable
Plugging myself into your mind
Allowing my inspiration
To be yours
Your eyes light with color and
You reach for me behind your ear
But I am not there
You waste precious seconds searching
When I am nestled in your hair
By the time I am discovered
The inspiration is gone
From both of us,
You, the poet
And I, the pencil.

Crystal prison

Who is this beautiful beast that stands
Stands before me
Behind the crystal door
of this portal
The door I will never open
Behind her beautiful face
there lays magical objects
I reach my fingers out to touch
But my fingers crack against the glass
The best runs her fingers through her hair
I find myself doing the same
She smiles at me
A glimpse of straight teeth, and
Stars glowing in her eyes
I wonder if I look the same as
I feel my mouth
and My lips
Pull into a smile as she did
She straightens her cardigan
I copy the gesture
She grins
And I mirror her movements
Every single move
She backs away from the portal
I am thrown into the darkness
The dark cold of my prison
She slides the wood door into its home
and I close my eyes
Longing to be out of this mirror.