Once upon a time..

Once upon a time
Not so far away
I wished to be
The person I am today

But how special am I?
What accomplishments have I made?
I did things I told myself I'd never do.
My own heart, I betrayed.

And all I can do now
Is regret that mistake
Of being given a chance
That I never did take

I'll have to live with this burden
Deal with these lingering recollections
Try to fix my mistakes
Without the ability to make corrections.

I am the author of my life.
Unfortunately, I'm writing in pen.
I can't erase my mistakes,
But I can write a new end.

Words....not so perfect...

I always try to find the perfect words to write,

To make a beautiful poem made just for you.

Sometimes I hope my heart will do a good job,

But it never comes out right; the words will never do.

I'm often looking for new words; new phrases,

Hoping that it'll express my hearts loving phases.

I smile when I think about you, so you know,

And I hate leaving you when I have to go.

Every time I see you I can't help but smile and feel,

The way that I feel so deep inside for you.

You know, it's a warm feeling that this is so real,

Every moment is magical, that it seems so unreal.

I trust these words on paper and the screen,

To say the things I wish that I could scream.

Every time I'm reminded of you, thoughts flow,

And I think of a million things you'll never know.

Things I want to say but the words aren't right,

I need special words to proclaim my heart.

I searched the dictionary so late into the night,

But nothing I found seemed to give me a good start.

I like the way you look into my eyes so deeply,

It makes me smile so much; uncontrollably.

Even though I say it, I know that it'll never do,

Too bad these feelings aren't as simple as "I love you".

Every night, and every day since I fell in love,

I've been trying to think of ways so I could let you know.

My heart and mind won't collide to think of,

Something to tell you how I feel; of how I love you so.

With angel wings you float my heart up so high,

And with every kiss I feel that I may just die.

So much magic to intake; an obsession I'm sure,

I've never seen something I so badly wanted to endure.

Now this poem is almost done

 An I've got tears in my eyes with no where to run

I hope someday my picture you'll see and remember the girl I used to be

So Simple...

Why strive for more than average?
What's wrong with the simple life?
Ignorance is bliss
Meager or eager?
What makes us reach for the stars?

Is it life's greed for life
That we think we must strive?
Believe we can change, grow, rise above
With the strength of our will
Live one more day
In hope of a miracle

Why do the hearts of men
Relish beauty, fantasy,
And stories of the gods?
Do we miss being among them?
Or are they bedtime stories that keep us alive?

Thinking aloud..

For a lot of reasons, friends are like clothes. Both are essential, necessary and close to the heart. They serve the same purpose too, they protect, they reflect. While a man is known by the company he keeps, he is also known by the clothes he wears.

I wear what I like, I befriend who I like.

The various levels of friendship may also be akin to the relationship one has with one’s clothes. Some fit just snug, some cosy, some fair-weather. Some fit just so comfortable that one doesn’t ever want to move out of them, some are just so downright uncomfortable that one can’t wait to get out of them, some are just about nice, and some are extremely special.

Hence, I safely conclude that we can outgrow friends. What fit me seven years ago doesn’t fit me anymore; no matter how hard I try to hang on to it. But then again, I love the fact that some of them have grown with me, on me and I would never part with them.* Today, I cleaned out my closet. Chucked everything that doesn’t fit me anymore. Every little piece that was once loved but has not proven worthy of my attention for the past year. After all, I need to make room in my wardrobe for newer things,newer people, that are as always, chosen with extreme care. As for that essential white shirt and that sexy black dress that every girl’s wardrobe must have, I am so glad I found you, you know who you are.


*If you want to argue over the fact that clothes that I own for seven years cannot fit anymore, don’t. See me in my black T-shirt, which, interestingly is very often. I will NOT part.

Prince charming

Prince Charming

Prince Charming's just a mem'ry
a faded distant dream.
My fairytale ending
got lost somewhere it seems.
No knight in shining armor
atop a fiery steed
to slay dragons for my favor,
to sweep me off my feet.
A fantasy from childhood
has long since met its fate,
so if you're trying to be Prince Charming
you're just a little late.