I'm sorry I'll never be, the princess you want me to be. I'm not fair enough to be Snow White, my hair isn't long enough to be Repunzel. My clothes aren't torn enough to be Cinderella, who ever believed in tales of rags to riches anyway? I could never prick my finger and sleep until Prince Charming arrived. I'm too strong to be tamed. Too meek to be wild. I fight dragons in everyday life. You couldn't handle me if you tried. You want someone to save? Try saving yourself.
WOW, This is really great, and deep. It sound like you attracted at least one "prince charming wanna-be".
no i was just remembering something an old crush said to me about how he has the white-knight syndrome. And I'm the one that told him that I'm just a princess, not a damsel in distress, no need to save me because I'll kill the dragon before he gets me..lol. Very interesting conversation...
I'm not too pushed about the fairytales bit. It feels cliched, a little. But I really love the second stanza, powerful and assertive. Reading it made me want to meet you. Good work. Please keep posting and writing. Peace, A.
This puzzle has been used for many years. Taken out and put together and put back in the box. Some pieces have been forced into spots in which they don't belong. To fit some mold that you want it to. The pictures have faded, and you can't even tell what it once was. There's even pieces missing, which you'd expect with a puzzle as used as this one. The pieces of my heart laying out before you. What am I supposed to do with the pieces in this corner. They no longer fit in the puzzle's frame. No use, just wasted space. And then there's the pieces that have been worn down over time, from being banged into places that they can't fit. What am I supposed to do with a mismatched heart?
yes this is great to read so powerful ,very true...for all really. { reminds me of cinnamon my oldest daughter, to see past what we are offered as humans female and male the roles we are given to play..which are all false ideals of class divide...} lovenpeace from saff
Both are good. But I like the puzzle one better. It sounds like me. You know, you're not supposed to feel that heart-worn until you hit 50. Great writting, but you shouldn't be THERE yet.
mojave i didn't realize there where age restrictions on how u feel ..although I understand what you mean. I'm like everyone, I have good days and I have bad days and somedays the bad days speak out more..different things fuel different ideas. And thanks saff, how old is your daughter?
I really like the mismatched heart. Well written. Unfortunately, I can identify with it very well. Thanks for voicing how I sometimes feel. Peace, A.
Perfection is evil. Perfection is envied. Perfection is despised in my eyes. Setting yourself up to be hurt over and over again. Why can't I be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect child, the perfect student. Oh why did I let perfection sink in and fill my mind with her twisted vines. They cling and grasp to every little part, growing stronger each day. To strive for perfection is to strive for death. Because perfection does not exist. It only deceives.
Oh how I wish I could walk among mortal men. The wind blowing through my hair. As I sit upon my rock with my tail splashing about. I sing a mesmerizing song to bring love to my heart. And I hear the waves crashing about to the tune of another drum. Oh what dreams my heart desires, and I jump off into the waves and live among the oceans water, hoping that one day my dreams will become my realities.
I wrote this after 9/11 (like two days or so after) for one of my classes when I was 15, it's more of a prose. My dad's retired Military and at the time he was still enlisted and I had to face the fact that he may of had to go over seas and I might of lost him for ever. So I pray for everyone who knows military, is military, or has military relatives, because I know how hard it is to live each day fearing the worst. I can say it has changed my perspective on a lot of things. "Tears" Sweet salty tears running down my face, visions of cruelty fall before my eyes. Why would anyone want to hurt innocent people? They didn't do anything to deserve to die, they where simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Can't we stop this barbaric behavior? What have we learned from our forefathers? That it's okay to "commit suicide" by commanding troops to go out and fight? They may have signed a contract to defend they're country but how in the hell are we supposed to feel when our father's and brother's and half our family gets killed? You're saying that we the family don't have any feelings, that we're supposed to with this. We've been taught about the Civil War, the Confederation, slavery, the Holocaust, World War I and World War II, and each a prime example on how far we've come. Look at what we are doing to this world, we are not preserving it for the next generation, we are destroying it with all these guns. Little kids have learned to "play" with guns, setting themselves up for total obliteration. Can't you hear the pain stricken cries of everyone crying for all this to end, to cry the tears and put it to an end? We may have come far but look at what's happening, history's repeating and it seems like we're next. We have nuclear bombs and big new guns but those are for cowards trying to win a battle, where money and power is the only incentive. Where people think that not everyone's equal, even though we are. Can't you see the terror that our world is in? It's black and white and caving in, and we're falling with it. I'm not afraid to admit it but I'm scared. For me, for everyone in this country that is scared for anyone they love that has been hurt, killed, or shipped off. Believe me I have to deal with the fact that my father has to go and may never come back. Tears are salty, and the pain hurts everyone, isn't that enough to not want to hurt each other? I'm not trying to make anyone upset, I'm just stating my mind, or is that a crime too, since little 15 year olds don't have a mind to stand up and say what we are doing is wrong? Someone needs to stand up and realize that we have gone to far, this is not cat and mouse. Innocent lives are at stake here and we need to say something! We've come far, year far enough to kill all humanity. I don't know about you, but I want this world for the next generation.
"Beauty Lies" Could you say all the things you used to say? All the lies you told, like there was no tomorrow. Trying to make me believe that I could possibly be the Angel of your dreams. Only to find sweet misery as my love. I'm a failure when it comes to loving you. I fall too deeply and end up getting hurt. I'm stuck with being that ugly duckling trying to fit in but always sticking out. Could you fill me up with the sweetness of those wonderful lies you said, those words you said ever so sweetly and ever so lightly. Making me feel more and more like I am beautiful. But finally, I'm living a lie without you, and with you. Cause every time I look in the mirror, I see this fat ugly thing staring back at me, is this me? No it couldn't be. But alas is is and something as real as that doesn't lie....
"Forbidden Tears" Chained, captive, escaping, forbidding. A criminal emerging from underground, a tear sinks to the ground. An out pour of emotion that's been hidden deep inside. This tear is forbidden, I'm not supposed to cry. stay strong for those I love, be brave for everyone. Maybe I don't want to be strong. I just want to escape like my tears..
I like the idea of captive tears. In fact, I'm working on a poem at the moment about captive emotions. It's sad that crying is seen as a weekness when in reality it's a natural outlet for emotions. Peace, A.
