A Little Thing Virginia Carraway Stark It was only a little thing To put fingers to keyboard Pen to paper Such a little thing To say the things in my head I never thought they’d mean So much To anyone else And every time I…

Tropical Megacity Virginia Carraway Stark Twin Spires pierce the sky Of the tropical land Where fountains spring And the air is filled With food from dozens of lands It is a city of green Birds fill THIS central park A jungle that is left virgin…

The Moon has a Scent Virginia Carraway Stark Night blossoming Moon flower Palest ivory Lemon ice Scented jasmine The smell of water The heat of the night Secret oasis Bring me here again In your arms Hold me tight My heart is pounding Can you…

Too Brief Virginia Carraway Stark In the winter the days go by too quick And you miss the sun In the summer the night’s are too brief And you miss the dark The moon becomes a pale faced stranger Who whispers in the light The…

Crazy Little They Virginia Carraway Stark I wrote a little poem about a girl beyond the pale they all thought it was about them it was like the song being ‘so vain’ they all thought this poem was about them but it was the crazy…

The Bigs are Coming to Town Virginia Carraway Stark Bigs come When they come to town They move the streets They turn the dumpsters upside down They put in DUMBS They do as they please because They’re Bigs And they do as they please Rewrite…

Rushing and I Can Virginia Carraway Stark Sometimes when I’m rushing I have to wonder why there are way more missiles and satellites than stars than I can count in the sky sometimes when I can I wonder why I let so many golden chances…

Every, if I could, if only, Virginia Carraway Stark Every muscle is slow and straining On this saturdau morn If I could stretch just a little bit further I could poke through my skin bird wings would spring free From gashed skin and every weakness…

Bandage my fingers Virginia Carraway Stark The road is at my feet again I take a tentative step forward I can’t wait to see How each time I crest Each new horizon I fall in love With every view Again and again And how there…

Waiting, soon Virginia Carraway Stark On this summer day the day slowly brightening from a constenance of gloom to one of brightness hope that I’ve cherished holding swaddled and tight so that it can’t spread it’s wings fly away leaving me bereft that sweet butterfly…