Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Everyday War

War. Brothers fighting.
Knights. Torches lighting.
"Fight!" the commanders shout.
Trumpets calling out.

"Come in for dinner!" mother calls.
Run, run, run, one boy falls.
Mother shakes her head as we say,
"But, mom, we want to play!"

Finally we go to war again.
Battle drums. It's time to win!
Losing. "Call reinforcements!" I shout.
Finally little sister comes out.

We're winning, but now we must go to bed.
Our armor we reluctantly shed.
To war once again the next day.
Fight, fight, fight, it's time to play!

Preparing. "Get the water balloons!"
War. No time to watch cartoons.
I try for a ferocious battle cry.
Sword fighting. I will not die!

Victory. At last I've beat you!
"Of course you can play too."
Back to war, sister on my team.
She's not good at fighting, but you should hear her scream!

Losing. "That's not fair!"
Death. "But I don't want to just lie there!"
"Don't give up, little sis!"
War. "You can win this!"

Fighting. "I think I've got him!" she shouts.
Winning. Big brother pouts.
Fight! We lost. "But that's not fair!"
"Rematch!" I declare.

Monday, March 30, 2015

For - Prince Charming


                                                                               I

    Dear Prince Charming, I find it quite alarming that you have yet to find my rose covered castle.  Was it too much of a hassle?
     I've been asleep for a hundred years, but I still have ears!  So do not gag when you see the hundred years worth of dust on me.

                                                                               II

     Prince, my dear, don't you see my step mother leer?
     She's turned me into a slave; oh, the pain!  She's driving me insane!  So do return my shoe, and then I'll marry you.  Even though we've only had a dance; you're a prince, so I'll give you a chance.

                                                                              III

     Dear Prince, you got thrown out of my tower!  Why did you just cower?  When you found me you should have set me free!
     Luckily for you my tears heel.  Ashamed is what you should feel!  Getting saved by a damsel in distress!  Leaving me to pick up the mess!

                                                                              IV

     Dear Charming, I don't know you very well.  But what the hell?  Kiss me and I'm yours.  I'm pretty and good with chores.
     I'm never eating an apple again!  That queen will not win!
     All these dwarfs are too much of a hassle, so kiss me and let's go to your castle.

                                                                              V

     Charming, won't you listen to me?!  I can now speak freely, but you don't seem to hear a word I say!  Daddy told me I'd pay.
     I want to go home!  But on land I'm forced to live and roam. Oh, how I miss the ocean blue!  Why'd I bother marrying you?

Friday, March 27, 2015

Maybe Love

Inside me is turning
But I'm only just learning
About the cold burning
Of love

Inside me I feel
Like this is for real
But am I just the next meal
Of loves?

Has love come to eat me away?
Come to make me pay?
But I think that it really may
Be love

I'm being disarmed
I feel so alarmed
Because I've been charmed
By love

I feel like you care
Like you'll always be there
But is it just the sweet air
Of love?

I liked it better when I was a child
When everything was mild
And I didn't get wild
From love

I don't want my heart
Broken apart
Oh, why did I ever start
With love?


But there's always that burning
That good - bad turning
Am I truly learning
To love?

I'm starting to feel
Like I'm not just a meal
Like this is for real
This love

But what if one day
You make me pay
And this all goes away
This love?

I'm very alarmed
Can't let myself be disarmed
Don't want to be charmed
By love

I see you standing there
And I want to believe that you care
I'm starting to like the air
Of love

I halfway want things to be mild
And halfway want them to be wild
Because I'm just a child
In love

You've stolen my heart
Please don't break it apart
I'm letting myself start
To love

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Pulse

I know a little girl
Who likes to run
And I wonder why
She thinks it's so fun
Is it the feel of the wind
On her porcelain face?
Or does she like to see the world?
Is that the case?
See the world flash by
In the blink of an eye
Does she like it at all?
I wonder why
She would run
And wonder what's
Inside her head
And why she shuts
Everything away
And everyone out
Does she run
Run away and shout?
Or does she run
Run away and cry?
And I wonder if
When I die
She'll still be running
And if she's running away
From something
And that's why she can't stay
Or if she's running towards
Something she's looking for
And I hope someday
She won't have to run anymore

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Devil of the Deep

They say it's a miracle I wasn't lost at sea
It is a miracle the monster didn't get me

Because it will kill us all, it strangles us in our sleep
This monster, this devil of the deep
Grown men, fearless men, now with madness in their eyes
Speak of things unholy, truths or lies?
Louder and louder, whisper and shout
The monster charges in, sucking the light out
Screams as we fall into the crashing blue
Both me and you
Breakers carry me safe to shore
But you are lost, evermore

"It was a monster, a devil bringing madness in its wake!
Listen now; can't you feel the ground shake?"
They don't believe it.  They think me traumatized, you see
They say it's a miracle my barrel saved me

I floated to shore but my minds lost at sea
Won't anyone believe me?

Because it was a monster called Storm who came in our sleep
A thunderous devil who sent us to the deep
Mother put me in a barrel, it shielded my eyes
I heard screams, wanting to believe them lies
Louder and louder we all scream and shout
The boat tips over, snuffing the light out
I scream as me in my barrel fall into the crashing blue
Why couldn't the barrel save all of you?
My tears mix with ocean as I'm carried to shore
Because you are lost, evermore

And I am left with lies in my brain
I am a child and they think me insane
I cannot accept that you could die by Storm
You, the hands that held me, kept me safe and warm

. . . They say it's a miracle I wasn't lost at sea
But why did that miracle only save me?