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TheLittleElephant23

United States

Hi! I'm God's daughter, a lost girl, a dragon, the most timid person ever, a little elephant, BFF of Horton, the Cat in The Hat, and the Lorax, and yeah, me. Peace of Christ my dudes!!!

Message from Writer

"Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing."-John Donne
"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."-Aristotle
"Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world."-Malala Yousafzai
"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted."-Aesop
"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible!'"-Audrey Hepburn

I live through inspirational words, dreaming that mine will someday, be a part of them. But I am choosing to be a doer, not a dreamer. I cry and I laugh I am exceptionally crazy, I am scared of everything, but I don't let it stop me. Don't let it stop you either.

Dreams are beautiful, but love is powerful. Act in love.

Published Work

boom

Honey
i’m done.
no more apologies for you.

Darling
I’m not as weak as you think.
I’m fragile
yes.
I’m a damn bomb
I’m ticking away
I’m ready to blow.
Good luck. 
Tick
tick
tick

‘Aw, frick!’

boom

boo hoo
no more you.

Sweetheart
you see
you underestimated me
Big mistake.
Big.
You crossed me.
Every
Single
One 
Of 
You.
At first
I let you.
That’s on me
But you crossed me
again
and 
again.

Dearie,
The picture
In your brain
That you had of me
It’s backwards
Upside down
Inside out.
Seriously,
what the hell?

Here.
Let me just turn your world
Inside out
Upside down
And backwards.

I’m not quiet
I’m not calm
I’m not your average girl.

I’m not a little rainstorm when I’m mad
I’m a hurricane
Get out of my way. 

I’m not who you think I am.

I’m way stronger than that.

Strong enough to choose who I am.
So deal.

No more apologies ...

Give Up

Sometimes
I just want to give up.
I just want 
To stop trying.
To break down
And sob
As my dreams
Fade away
And the voice 
In my head
That says
You are nothing
Conquers my mind.

But I try
And I try.
And I work so hard
To ignore 
You can't
To move past 
You'll never be enough
To go beyond
Give up.

I can't tell you how hard it is.
Every day is a hidden battle
All mine
That nobody
Can help.

And then to hear
People call me
Weak.

But I know I'm strong.
Cause through all my pain
And despair
I still try.
I try not to give up.
To follow the hard path.

The path that lets me help others
Who want to give up.

I don't think I want to give up.
Not yet.
Not ever.
I think I'm strong enough to
Not give up.
 

Open Prompt

People

I hate the trying.

The trying to fit into
Neat
Little boxes.

That 
One person
Can only be 
One thing.

But people aren't.

We're colorful
And amazing
And we don't fit into little boxes.

We just don't let ourselves do that.

We burst and we explode
Like fireworks.
Loud
And wonderful.
And we feel things.

We feel sadness
So we cry.

And we feel gladness
So we laugh.

We pour out ourselves
All the time
We can choose
Not to harden.
To love.

And we can love enough
To leave our hearts
Unprotected.

Because we're just that amazing.
We are wonderful
And magical
And precious.

We're people.
And people are pretty cool.
 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

Poem About The Poet

People assume
Everything.

That a poet
Can only write about
Stars in the sky
And rain falling down.

That you can fall asleep to our words
And their tranquil rhythm.

That we follow rules
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables.

Or we write sonnets.

Nah.
Poets change the world.
Go in guns blazing
And actually say
What the heck is wrong
With our world.

We use words
And their raw power.
We use the fact
That words are stronger
Than sticks and stones.

And there's another thing.
A poet doesn't have to write.
They can sing
Or dance
Or draw
Or run.

A poet
Pours their heart and soul
Into what they do.

They show something new to the world
And it's always different.

A poet is a person
Who does what they love
Not just because they love it
But because they choose
To try to do something with it.

Poets are the people
Who have so much passion
And...

Untitled

I guess I'm me.
The quiet girl
The nerd
The person who lives
Under a rock.
But what if
Society read me wrong?
What if
I am the loud girl
The one who screams
and yells?
The girl
Who listens to rock music
And loves to shoot guns?
The person
Who knows what everyone is talking about
But refuses to participate
Because she is strong enough
To know what she wants?

Society misread me,
Saw my mask.
Saw the me
Who believes
Nobody wants to know
What's deep down.

I am not just the person
That everyone sees.
But then again,
Who knows if they have the talent
To look beyond the mask.
But I am not just the girl
That nobody believes could win a fight
Even get her hands dirty.
I am the girl
Who plans to put my life
On the line to give others
A second chance.

Society
Told me,
That based on one glance,
I was one thing. ...

The Lamp


I found the lamp
The one
With the genie inside.
He wasn't blue,
He was...
Colorless,
But visible.

I rubbed the lamp
And he didn't pop out
Like everything says.
He kind of floated
Through the lamp
And then sat
On the air.

Anywho,
I asked about the wishes,
He said I had three,
I asked if I could hand them
One to each person
Who wasn't me.

He said,
Child,
I admire your compassion
But that's not the way it works.
I'm sorry if I can't bend the rules.

I nodded and said,
Then here are my wishes
Not for me
But instead
Someone else
Who needs wishes one
Two
And Three.


So he nodded.
I said:

1. Give one little kid who has no mom
No dad
No one to love them,
Give that little kid
A warm home
And someone who loves them.

2. Pick one kid
Who has almost nothing to give
But keeps giving,
Give...

Mr. Star

Hey
Mr. Star.
I have a wish
Maybe two
And I hear
That you're the guy
To go to.

Mr. Star
Can you take away the hunger
In the bellies of the people
Who have nothing
To eat
Or call their own.

Mr. Star
Can you stop
The people from fighting
With guns
And words?
I know they aren't all bad.

Mr. Star
Can give you a quarter?
Why?
Because,
I need you to fly across the sky
And give it to a little kid.
Someone without a mommy
Or a daddy
Who really needs it
Way more than I do.

Mr. Star
Can you make sure
That at least one little boy
And one little girl
Get to go to bed tonight
With full tummies?

Mr. Star
I really need you to do this.
This wish is the most important.
Why?
Because,
I need you
To fly around the world
Like Santa,
And give everyone
A little bit of hope ...

Human 2.0 (Extended)

Cross my heart
Hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
Time to do more than just
Cry cry cry.

Take the first step
Don't look down,
Or back either,
enemies of compassion and progress,
Looking for their next combatant,
In other words,
Victim.

Victim one,
Down for the count.
Victim two,
Out on the cart.
Victim three,
Me.
Victim four,
You.

We laugh
We cry
We live
We die
But now may I ask
Why?

Why do we run people out of their homes
Like they are worthless,
Like their lives are worth
Less than ours.

Why do we rip families apart
Like paper,
Take their children
Because of lines
That we draw on maps
And in our heads.

Why do we kill each other?
Out of hatred
Fear
In the name of religion
Or patriotism.

Why do we do this
When we are human
With red blood
And white bones
And freakin' opposable thumbs!

We bleed the...

Why I Write

Why I Write

I write to escape the feeling of despair.
I write feel free.
I write to protect myself from the forces beyond my control.
I write to connect with my world.
I write to be myself.

Human

Cross my heart
Hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
Time to do more than just
Cry cry cry.

Take the first step
Don't look down,
Or back either,
enemies of compassion and progress,
Looking for their next combatant,
In other words,
Victim.

Victim one,
Down for the count.
Victim two,
Out on the cart.
Victim three,
Me.
Victim four,
You.

We laugh
We cry
We live
We die
But now may I ask
Why?

Why do we run people out of their homes?
Why do we split apart families?
Why do we kill each other?
Why do we do this
When we are human
With red blood
And white bones
And freakin' opposable thumbs!

We bleed the same
Laugh the same
Breath the same,
And yet some us are so full of hatred
That we ignore that
And just kill people.

Genocide, homicide,
Mass murder,
I don't care what you call it,
It is the death of people.

And...

IT IS SNOWING!!!!

LOVE SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It might be only October but when you're in Minnesota... IT STILL SNOWS!!!!! I love love love love love love love love love love SNOW!!!! I know this might sound weird that I am just randomly writing about snow, but I love snow! And it is snowing!

Scar People

I look
I see
People
Looking back at me
Then I see
A scar
Hidden
From view
Where their
Humanity
Was stolen from them.
Scars from war
From pain
From sadness
Scars from more scars.
They are
Scarred people
Scared people
Scarred from broken promises
Scared of the people who broke them
Now
Always looking over
their shoulder.

Five Endings

Forget-Us-Nots

"Please," she whispered, "If you need to go, don't forget me."

She loved him better without the uniform.

He gazed at the pocket watch and flipped it over in his hand,  Liam McDonalle, read the name engraved on the item of which he had spent years searching for, and then, he smiled, I did it grandad, I got it back.

He decided to never forget that he had loved.

Return to the beginning, I didn't want to write an end.

The End.

Unconventional

Good Childhood

i wish 
that sometimes
i could be
a child
again

and live 
in constant wonder

to cry
but move on
to know
that there
is good

to live 
in trust
and hope

to be a child again
would mean 
knowing that the world
is good

As a Species

We have forgotten
The people that need help.

Until they make the news.

And then we tear up
And,
And,

We forget.

All over again.

Wow humanity.

We're headed
In a great direction
As a species.

10 Second Essays

Facing Down Fear

1. Nobody can achieve anything alone.
2. To do anything, you have to be ready to fail.
3. Fear says you can't, I say you can.
4. Rise above your fear, to reach your star.

I Know?

I know
The way that I want
My life to go.

I know what I'll do
And where I'll be.

I know how I'll get there
And how I'll come back.

But I don't know
Who will come back and forth
And who I'll leave behind.

I don't know how my life
Will be
Once I get there.

I want my life to go one way
And I have all these plans
But what if...

This I Believe

Unforgettable, Featherless Hope

    This I believe: hope can be forgotten, or presumed lost, but humanity is never devoid of hope. Indeed, even when we describe the loss of hope, we remind ourselves that it exists.
    I believe this: that hope can never truly disappear, that hopelessness does not exist and is simply something we tell ourselves as an excuse for giving up and forgetting hope. 
    I don't care if hope has feathers. I only care that hope exists and refuses to be forgotten.

Running

People
Are always running from something.

Fear
Responsibility
Hatred.

But some are running
From more tangible things.

War 
Famine
Drought.

Everyone runs from something
But while we can face
The intangible
And win back our lives
Those who attempt to face 
The tangible
Lose theirs
And more.

But yet,
Even those who have won
Their battle against the intangible
Refuse to help those
Who have no chance against the tangible.

Many of these people
Who are running from the tangible
Are running from desolate, broken homes.

And these are the people that the world calls
Refugees.

We watch them
Like they're a zoo.

And when they make the headlines
and we pity them
Wishing we could do something
And then we switch the channel
Or close the tab
And watch Netflix.

By doing this we force them to run faster
To run from the tangible
And the intangible.

They run from the feelings
Of nothing
Of misery
Of hopelessness.

They run...

More Than Words

Wishing to rearrange 
The stars
Is impossible.

But I know
That to change the world
You don't need to wish 
On a star.

You don't need 
A podium.
(But that can help.)

You don't need
The world
As your audience.
(At least not right away.)

But you do need
To have the determination
To speak loud
Without a microphone,
To make the world listen
Even if you have no podium.

And what you need
Right away
Is the passion
And zeal
To make your voice,
And the voices of those
You are standing for,
Heard,
By all the world.

Words do more
Than sticks and stones,
And if you can get a podium
And the world as your audience,
They will do more
Than simply break bones.

They will break chains
And tear down walls.

They will defend the innocent
And free the imprisoned.

Use your words
With power,
And for good.

And now, I implore you,
To use your words...

More Than Words

Wishing to rearrange 
The stars
Is impossible.

But I know
That to change the world
You don't need to wish 
On a star.

You don't need 
A podium
But that can help.

You don't need
The world
As your audience
At least not right away.

But you do need
To have the determination
To speak loud
Without a microphone,
To make the world listen
Even if you have no podium.

And what you need
Right away
Is the passion
And zeal
To make your voice,
And the voices of those
You are standing for,
Heard,
By all the world.

Words do more
Than sticks and stones,
And if you can get a podium
And the world as your audience,
They will do more
Than simply break bones.

They will break chains
And tear down walls.

They will defend the innocent
And free the imprisoned.

Use your words
With power,
And for good.

And now, I implore you,
To use your words...

FACT

Commonly Known as a Panic Attack

    When the limbic system is overloaded it, in turn, disrupts the prefrontal cortex, starting a domino effect of sorts throughout the whole body of the affected person. This is often known as a panic attack. 

    "So, how was your weekend?" I ventured. Clarisse looked at me and pointed at her mouth. "Oops, sorry didn't notice your mouth was full. I guess I'll join you.", she cocked her head. I stuffed a huge bit of my sandwich in my mouth. Her eyes opened wider than her mouth. She swallowed and broke out laughing.
    "Oh my goodness Kitty, you are crazy!" she laughed. I looked over Mary and Annabelle. Mary was trying not to laugh, but Annabelle had already joined in and had milk down her front and tears down her face.
    "Annabelle, what happened?" I said, my voice much quieter than it had been. I was nervous for her.
    "Oh, um, I...

Impermanence

Spiraling Down, Down, Past Control

When the water slides
From ice and the trees fall down
We go down with them

Impermanence

Spiraling Down, Down, Past Control

When the water slides
From ice and the trees fall down
We go down further

Generations

    I woke up and heard someone snoring. But in my house, everyone had their own bedroom, so something was different. I rolled over and reached to grab my glasses from my nightstand, but all I felt was a wall. So I rolled to the other side, but all I felt was air. But I rolled further, convinced that something had happened and my nightstand was simply further away from my bed than usual. But before I knew it I had landed on the floor with a rather exaggerated thump and then found that the snoring had stopped. And the snorer was standing above me with a frightening expression. "Ruth, what are you doing? Get up!", she barked. I took a closer look at her and realized two things.
    1: The person standing above me wasn't blurry, despite me not having my glasses. And 2: I recognized the person from old photos I had seen, of my...

Travel Writing Competition 2018

Hugo, Minnesota: My Home

    There are some things I like about the city and some about the country, and where I live, I get both. I guess my parents picked the right place to move back to from Wisconsin. Now I live in Hugo, Minnesota, a place that balances on the edge of the country and the city, with the best of both. 
    
    When I say that Hugo has pieces of the country and the city, I do not mean that they are two separate areas. I mean that you can stand right in front of Oneka Elementary and see the modern school, filled with cars, and people, always people. But you can hear the calm, and the birds, and feel the wind and the grass. That is a wonderful place to be. But that's just the front of the school. Then you start to walk around back, walking along the 10-year-old, highly pampered sidewalk. You can go and sit on...

Where I'm From

From Odd

I'm from
Goodbyes
And hellos.
I'm from 
Outside
Cliques
And groups.
I'm from
Books
And libraries.
Apparently,
I'm from somewhere
Odd,
In the worst sense.

I'm from where
Debates over
Beets
And brussel sprouts erupt
Often.
I'm from where
I smell and hear food cooking
Or leatherwork being done.
Apparently,
Where I'm from
Is somewhere
Odd,
In the Minnesota sense.

Wherever I go
I'm considered 
Odd,
But not in the Minnesota sense.
But where I'm from
Will always be 
Odd.
Bad.

Paint Swatch

The Color of Goodbye

    What is the color of goodbye? Is it dark from the inevitable sadness? Or pitch black from the impending misery. Or is it a beautifully rich color that brings the promise of new? Goodbye is a color that is powerful and rich, wonderfully shaded with a high tendency to spend its time next to green on the color wheel. Goodbye is a beautiful color with real emotional power.

Travel Writing Competition 2018

Hugo, Minnesota: My Home

    There are some things I like about the city and some about the country, and where I live, I get both. I guess my parents picked the right place to move back to from Wisconsin. Now I live in Hugo, Minnesota, a place that balances on the edge of the country and the city, with the best of both. 
    
    When I say that Hugo has pieces of the country and the city, I do not mean that they are two separate areas. I mean that you can stand right in front of Oneka Elementary and see the modern school, filled with cars, and people, always people. But you can hear the calm, and the birds, and feel the wind and the grass. That is a wonderful place to be. But that's just the front of the school. Then you start to walk around back, walking along the 10-year-old, highly pampered sidewalk. You can go and sit on...

The Peace of Wild Things

Mine

When my heart
Beats hard
And by breathing
Pains me,
I climb the stairs
And open the door
Pull open the curtains
and gasp
My lungs once again appeased
To see the sky
Morning 
Noon
Or night
Wishing to be now

But then
I feel trapped
Confined by reality 
All I can do is,
Whip around
Leave the curtains
As they are
Run out the door
Down the stairs
Take a sharp left
To stand on the deck
Where I touch the sky
The stars
The sun
And the happy clouds
Rain
Or shine
For now
The sky is mine

But the roof
And the floor
Still keep me from my
Sky
I have to run,
Back through the house
Down more stairs
Open the door
Jump from the patio
Turn left
And left again
Down the ramp
Left at the mailbox
And stand
With my camera
Staring at the sky
And taking a picture
Of mine

Travel Writing Competition 2018

Hugo, Minnesota: My Home

    There are some things I like about the city and some about the country, and where I live, I get both. I guess my parents picked the right place to move back to from Wisconsin. Now I live in Hugo, Minnesota, a place that balances on the edge of the country and the city, with the best of both. 
    
    When I say that Hugo has pieces of the country and the city, I do not mean that they are two separate areas. I mean that you can stand right in front of Oneka Elementary and see the modern school, filled with cars, and people, always people. But you can hear the calm, and the birds, and feel the wind and the grass. That is a wonderful place to be. But that's just the front of the school. Then you start to walk around back, walking along the 10-year-old, highly pampered sidewalk. You can go and sit on...

White Pigeon

A white pigeon
Couldn't care less
That it looks different than the rest,
Because it has no need 
To care about
The fact that it is white
Not grey,
Because that doesn't mean 
That it can't fly.

It sits
On a wire
Shining
Amongst the stars.
Whilst its grey neighbors sit
As empty silhouettes
Against the night,
Wishing the world
Weren't black and white
And grey,
All while 
The white pigeon
Knows they're wrong.

Every color is found in white
Meaning that this white pigeon
Is as colorful
As the world around it,
Perhaps even more so.
This pigeon knows color
And hope
And love,
And light.
It lives and breathes
Beauty.

The white pigeon jumps
From the roof
And flies among
Its grey group
Knowing it can fly
Believing in color
Breathing beauty
And living in wonder.


 

The Lake By My House

A mass of tangled limbs 
Standing against
The still water
Struck by
Circles
Shining in
The sun
Dotted by 
Birds
All a part
Of a cacophony of beautiful
All on the lake
By my house

White Pigeon

A white pigeon
Couldn't care less
That it looks different than the rest,
Because it has no need 
To care about
The fact that it is white
Not grey,
Because that doesn't mean 
That it can't fly.

Twentieth

    She stared and stood, her expression riddled with confusion and tear tracks. "What? All I heard was doctor words. All I need to know is if he is alive or not. So...", she said with blatant distress. The doctor looked to the right, then the left, and up and down. Everywhere but my eyes. He gulped and he opened his mouth and sighed. He closed his mouth again and sat down in the empty chair across from her. He let his head hang and looked up. 
    "I'm... I'm...", he swallowed and ran his hand across his forehead. "I'm sorry. It never gets any easier. Not even the twentieth time.", she stood up so fast that she shoved her chair backward, knocking over a vase. As it shattered she opened her mouth.
    "What kind of doctor are you?! Twentieth time? Twenty people... Twenty? You've killed twenty people. And Josh was number twenty. Your great achievement. Their...

Staring

So glad
That on their chests
Is just a name tag 
No house of El
Insignia
If there was
I would look 
Like Charlie Brown
On Halloween
Lasers boring
Into my back
When they stare
Justing staring
Staring
At me

Elephants and the Word Forget

The fact that elephants
Never forget
Is true.
Why else would they have tears
If not to cry over those
That they have lost
But will never forget.

It makes perfect sense then
That for those 
Who forget everything
The elephant stands to make sure
That they aren't forgotten.

Elephants don't forget
Elephants remind the world
of those who do
And I am sure that now,
Now you will never forget
Elephants, and the word forget.

Five Beginnings

Some Beginnings

The radio crackled to life, but instead of music pouring out, was sad, desperate noise.

At 5'o'clock in the morning the family awoke in sync to face the day, thousands of miles apart.

The young girl sat with an expression of someone who had seen more than anyone should see.

"Excuse me, sir, but why do you look so content, so at peace?", the young boy asked the poor man, who was smiling, despite having just watched his possessions been taken from him.

The world being a stage may be good for actors, but what about the writers?

Waiting

Sitting
Sitting 
Sitting
All we could do
Was wait
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For nothing
To happen
Ever
Never
Ever
Just
Staring
Staring
Staring
Then
Crying
Crying
Crying

No Pause for Breath

Best Question to Ask

We like
what we love
but do we love
what we like
when we know which direction
to walk in
but do we know how to walk
in that direction
where we know up and down and 
left and right
but do we know good and bad and
right and wrong
should we know
could we know
is probably
the best question to ask.

Scar People

I look
I see
People
Looking back at me
But there is a scar
Hidden
From view
It's where their
Humanity
Was stolen from them
Scars from war
Scars inside
Scars out
Scars
Scarred people
Scared people
Scarred from broken promises
Scared of people
Always looking over
their shoulder
Scar people.

Scar People

I look
I see
People
Looking back at me
But there is a scar
Hidden
From view
It's where their
Humanity
Was stolen from them
Scars from war
Scars inside
Scars out
Scars
Scarred people
Scared people
Scarred from broken promises
Scared of people
Scar people