By Allie Marie


I am not the smartest.

I am not the bravest.

I am not the strongest.


I am not the dumbest.

I am not the meekest.

I am not the weakest.


We are born with limits.

Limits that are made to stretch.

Growth that wasn’t made to rest.


I am a creation.

I am not a duplication.

We are all of the same nation.




By Allie Marie

I should have never heard.
Yet, I did.

And here I am

my lips spiral words downward

before I can manage 

to catch them.

I’m ashamed here.

The middle.

I only want what is right;

what is just and fair.

There is no need for

resentment, blame and punishment.

Fingers always ready to point

and never bend.

And to spill your opinion

as relief can at times only give further guilt.

I want things to be better,

yet I make them worse.



By Allie Marie
I almost forgot.
I made up what you thought.

We’re just strangers really.

We don’t know what we’re supposed to be.

I wish I could say something else.

We’re wound up to try to find ourselves.

There is so much more than this.

Lit up screens and sentences that look like lists.

They mean nothing in this room.

We turn into fools.

The Garden

The Garden

By Allie Marie
Vines of time twist and bend. 

A cold air gust blows

as a reminder there is more

we don’t understand.

The trees and flowers we plant 

are the gifts that we care.

We’re never too late

or too bare 

if we seek to see

what our own joy in life can bring.

They say love is a antidote to all things.

Despite all else we must believe.