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Fairy Tale Girls
Girls in fairy tales, are always saved.
Why? Why can't they save themselves?
Why does Cinderella have to marry a prince to get out of her stepfamily's grasp?
Why do Sleeping Beauty and Snow White need a prince to wake them?
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If Someone Called Me Beautiful
If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..
I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.
Plain but not ugly.
I've never been called beautiful.
Beautiful is for people who match some standard.
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A Laugh and a Smile
The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.
Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.
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Sleeping Beauty’s Dreams
People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.
But that’s not true, not in the least.
She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.
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Just Me
You ask who I am.
Honestly, I wonder that too.
Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.
And then breaking again.
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My Friend, The Songbird
Singing, Singing, Singing.
Your voice fills my ears.
Smiling, Smiling, Smiling,
Your happiness fills my heart.
Laughing, Laughing, Laughing,
Your friendship fills my mind.
Loves
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Junebug
The beetle flies into
the lamppost until it
falls dead on to
the harsh concrete below
But you want it pretty
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There’s nothing left
I think I will ask God
“Why?”
for the rest of my life.
And never,
Will I ever come to understand it.
Even if God Himself ,
came to me to tell me the reason.
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To Fall Into a Book
Never have I ever
Ridden a horse
Fallen in love
Flown on clouds
Worn dresses of silk
Met elves
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I Would Hate Me Too
I would hate me too
I would hate the way
I talk a lot
When I’m with people
Who I like
I would hate my constant
Chattering
So much
That I’d leave me me on read too
I would hate the way
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Weeping Willows
The weeping willow shimmers, the water droplets gleaming in her sunlit hair.
A dryad floats above her, in the air.
They unify, becoming one.
In Summer, the Willow cries with joy, enjoying the sun. -
Just Your Child
To be your child.
What would it mean to be your child?
Would you still be proud?
And when they refuse to treat me right,
Would you stand up and be loud?