**This poem is inspired by Allen Ginsberg

As a mother struggles each day

to feed her family of five,

a wall street business man runs

to his meeting in a $500 suit.

While a young couple plans their

 dream wedding with ease,

another couple must fight to prove

to the world that their love is the same.

Instead of watching the news

and getting involved in current affairs,

we all run home to check out facebook

and constantly have a cell phone in our hands.

The land of dreams and equality

but how often do we see that?

America in the eyes of an outsider

is much different from a first seat view.

Connect (revision number two)

**This is my second revision of this poem.

Another day, another period of solitude.

My ears full of noise from the busy crowd.

My thoughts left to wander, filling my head

with hopes of one day belonging somewhere.

Soon to my surprise, the image of a shadow

appeared beside me, little did i know

who this beautiful gift belonged to.

I glance up to find an extended hand,

and put mine out in return.

Our two hands connecting,

our two souls coming together.

All the pieces I had once searched for 

were now given to me,

a simple box tied with pretty ribbon.

What were once two separate shadows,

have now become one.

Connect (revision)

**revision of last weeks poem, Connect

Sitting alone in the lunch room, with dreams

of a genuine friendship filling my head,

someone to cry and smile with,

another body to connect with mine

in the simplest sense of the phrase.

Another day, another period of solitude.

Then a shadow was cast on the floor beside me,

little did I know who it belonged to.

Someone to smile and cry with.

I sit in the lunch room once again,

the same round table as all those years ago.

I glance over at the lonely girl across from me,

remembering the feeling of solitude i felt.

I walked over and casted my shadow next to her.

Connect

*this poem was inspired by Li-Young Lee's "The Gift"

Sitting alone in the lunch room,
dreams of acceptance filling my head.
The desire to be liked,
to have another body to connect with,
in the simplest sense of the phrase.

Another day, another period of solitude.
Then a shadow was cast on the floor beside me,
little did I know who it belonged to.
Another body to connect with.

Years later, I sat at the round table
glancing at the lonely soul across the room.
I remembered the feeling of solitude,
and walked over to join our two bodies,
in the simplest sense of the phrase.

Untitled (week 1)

The music fills her ears,
in an otherwise silent room.

Layed out on her bedroom floor.
Surrounded by her sheets of notes,
shapes that speak a language of their own.

The view outside her window,
a world composed of harmony.
From the counting crows above,
to the beatles that inhabit the earth.

She listens closely to the rhythm
that soon reaches the dephs of her soul.
Before too long she drifts away.
carried by her favorite lullaby.