A Writer Is Born

--------------------------------------- A Crayon's Life Prompt: Bring The World To Life! Do crayons wear pants too Do they paint the sunset with a different hue Do they drink their coffee in the morning and do they paint it brown Is life colorless and boring Or do they have to paint the town Do they see things in black and white Or do they have to paint the stars in the sky Can they see the moon at night Or do they lay in bed wondering why If crayons wore pants too Would they have one leg or two Would they paint the sun in tangerines Or throw in a splash of yellow Would they paint the grass in different shades of green And would it all be done by the same fellow Would they be kind in their pastel life Or would they be angry and mad Would they paint the edges on every knife Or would they be bitter and sad I'd like to think they'd be happy inside They'd have lots of love far and wide would they always live inside of the box Or be risky and live on the edge Would they run around without socks(Or just wear one instead I would like them to paint my world With brilliant pinks and gold I would watch as the colors are swirled And see the beauty unfold If crayons did wear pants too They would be in colors of red or blue They would kiss their children before bed And they would love theirselves They would have colorful dreams in their head As I place their box on the shelf A.D. Small January 21, 2021 --------------------------------------- A Crayon's Night Prompt: Wow! Did Crayola Make This Beautiful Disaster? If crayons did wear pants Would they wear levis when they go out to dance Would they paint the colors on the blue jeans With blue in every delicate stitch Would they swirl the colors behind the scenes The shades become so rich Would they darken in the red of your old t-shirt Or color in the white on your shoes Would they change colors when they flirt If they have too much booze If crayons did wear pants Would they wear skirts if they had the chance Would they hoola hoop for fun Or hopscotch instead Would they paint the rays of the setting sun Or just be lazy and stay in bed Would they walk the dog at midnight And paint his fur brown Would they go to bed with a night light Or stay up dancing on the town If crayons could wear pants You would notice at first glance They would draw your attention The moment that you look And did i forget to mention You can find them in the pages of a book A.D. Small April 1, 2022 --------------------------------------- A Timid Rain I feel like I'm free falling in this storm Like a hand caught in time Like a moment that's waiting to be born But still missing the rhyme With the wind whistling through my hair And the rain cascading down The darkness is everywhere If I consume it I'll drown The air is as sharp as glass But through it I fall The storm won't let me pass I feel so timid and small I beg the dark to let me be with you But it only laughs at me If I could just break through I could be free Free from this gut wrenching storm Free from the pockets of time Free from this scorn And finally make something that's mine I will survive this rain I will make it to the other side I will swallow my pain And in the end I will survive My goal is to make you proud of me To be the mom you need me to be The rain is almost over Then you can come home to me A.D. Small October 27, 2025 --------------------------------------- A Sky Full Of Birthdays A sky full of birthdays, but only one of them belongs to you Each one designed with their own ribbons and bows All trapped in that marvelous blue And with time each one grows But out of all of them yours is my favorite one Shining like a beacon from above It's beauty cuts out the sun Because its full of this undying love If you squint you can see it up there Like a guidance in the night Please be kindita not polite to stare But everything will be all right Sometimes I feel like your so far away Like those birthdays in the sky On the soft grass I lay And watch them float on by May your day be as bright as you May you keep that shining smile And when the stars become see through I'll be along in a while A.D. Small October 18, 2025 --------------------------------------- A Sad Run Prompt: For The Mother Groundhog That Lost Her Baby To The Streets! There I was grazing in the grass I heard the sound really fast The sun warmed my brown fur I looked up and I saw her My little girl running near the road Up ahead a truck begin to unload I tried to call her, but still she ran That's when tragedy began She ran so fast on her small feet Running towards the sound of the street Quickly she ran, just a child My little girl, is still, but wild Her life began only 3 months ago But near the road she did go She was my whole world Last night, by my side, she curled And within 2 seconds, she was gone Mother nature sang another sad song A flash of wheels ended her short life Oh, the agony, and strife One minute happy the next minute dead Rest in peace angel, Is all I said A.D. Small May 13, 2023 --------------------------------------- Canary There once was a man from Hungary That always talked to his canary He thought really hard And laid down his last card And thought... Maybe I should marry A.D. Small July 5, 2022