Progressive U Creative Writing

“We are bound to our bodies like an oyster is to its shell.” Plato didn’t wake up one morning and decide that man kind would not be able to change who they are, as a chameleon changes its color.

All the night i cried in my sleep,
counting the times I've lied,
that that bruise, you left on my cheek,
was just an allergy to rye,
this is my last reply.
And All the times i tried to please,

“Alright Aubrey, I have this afternoon off of work, do you want to go get your license?” Those words, spoken so nonchalantly by my dad, were words I’d been waiting five months to hear.

Innocence is what fills a child's eyes
And mind.
Their worst fears so simple;
Whether it be if they can get that new toy,
Or a monster hides under the bed.
Joy fills a child's heart.

Every Saturday she wanders
the Pike Place Fish Market
in search of the freshest Salmon or Halibut,
sometimes even Snapper or Trout.
She eyes the cuts carefully,

Things Our Parents Once Told us, and Taking Them Literally

The tongues are laced,
forked
with poison for the mind.
Snakes are coiled in the bushes.

A word will choke
innocence.

Destiny Speaks in Childhood Dreams

One of me in Heaven,
another in Hell.
Another in the womb,
another could be locked in a cell.
A shaking, fleeting tremor
normally unobserved,

Shattered like pieces of broken glass,
a bullet through a window
my mind falls apart.
Dust collects on the shards
now disconnected
my intellect a mess
I struggle to be whole.

Easily mistaken-
Easily confused-
Me and my family,
can keep you amused.

Now, some places I am an only "child",
and in others,
there's so many finding us might take a while.

I do love you,
You make life simple,
Watching you,
Making ripples.

I twist you around,
and pull you in and out,
i go one way,
then change our route.

You are much like me,
Head of hair,