I Have No Clue

News Anchors are people I enjoy mocking. I auditioned to be one yesterday.
My experience went as follows:

ONE: 
I entered the studio,

 and noticed the table had built in TV's.
Furthermore, my partner and I were on the screens.

I have pondered on the purpose of this 
and have concluded that
News anchors must be more narcissistic than I thought. 


I then realized how good I looked! 

TWO: 
I fumbled around with the clip-on mic for a few minutes,

 until I settled for the least-awkward spot on my super shiny blue-button up.

THREE: 
They told me to scoot closer to my anchor friend. 

I moved too close. 

They gave me sitting at a table for dummies advice.
The trick, they said, is to line your belly button up 

with the green piece of tape. 

Alignment paranoia ensued.

FOUR: 
I had no idea what to do with my limbs. 

I'll admit I copied just about every move of my partner.

FIVE: 
When I introduced myself I think I used a phone greeting, 

"This is Melissa Co- I mean, Thurm."

(can't seem to let go of my maiden name)

SIX: 
My comrade must have sensed my total absence of focus,

 and read my story. 
No Worries, 
I read his with over the top enthusiasm.
They like that, I think.

 

SEVEN: 
My shoulders did the classic
"I'm too tense to handle this well" scrunch.
Confidence Communicated. Check! 

EIGHT: 
The moisture completely disappeared 

from my lips. 
I used my tongue to moisten them. 
Couldn't have been more professional.

NINE: 
I squinted my eyes to read.   

I have perfect vision.  
Perhaps they'll fall for it as my intellectual look...

TEN: 
The script ended. My lips were twitching from my mock, 

"I'm finished, but I'm beautiful so 

you can keep looking" face.

Needless to say, I'm a natural. 

#gotthisjobinthebag #trysomethingneweveryday!

We Found Us

There is a place in a time called before
In it was you and me
and many more

we laughed and we played and we probably cried
we wished one day
to be eternally tied

we knew we must leave "before"
to receive this blessing 
we had in store

this meant for a time we'd forget
so we made a plan 
and painted it

you and I were in the center
surrounded by 
what life would render

we took it apart and put it back together
we hoped that would prepare us
 for the separation we'd weather

you left first, I left later
we had faith
 in our creator

I began my puzzle the day I was reborn
and again at 12 
from the world I was shorn

a big piece awaited, I knew in my heart
a piece I desired 
from the start

depressed and discouraged I left my home
and traveled 
to a place called BYU-Idaho

my friend wanted to swing dance and I wanted to, too
I danced with him, and him 
and then I danced with you

after that night we've laughed, and we've played, 
and we've certainly cried

on August 15th we were eternally tied

our painting held true

you found me, 
and I found you

Media's Ploy

A beautiful baby is born today

What will that baby become someday?

For today a bundle of joy

For tomorrow subject to media’s ploy

It’s a shame

For today called a beauty

And tomorrow a floosy

What else is to be done?

It’s all just for fun.

Another beautiful baby is born

By the one spoken of before

Lacking a father

To the mother a bother

What else is to be done?

It’s all just for fun.

Beautiful babies are born every day

Their true beauty hidden away 

Dismissed, as shapeless! blemished!

Too far from the status quo!

Unaware of the beauty they hold

Their world becomes dark, bitter and cold

With this widespread dimming

The adversary is winning

With our message we must be bold

To see with new eyes we all must be told

Beauty is a baby born

Into a family untorn

Beauty is pride tucked away

And  sacrifice made

Beauty is love 

which is patient and kind

It is something with in 

that all can find