Tuesday, June 08, 2010

I wish I was

I wish I was your Princess
The girl you'd waited for
The one for whom you'd do anything
If she came knocking on your door

I wish nothing else mattered
When you looked in my eyes
And everything else came second
When you had me as the prize

I wish every time I cried
You'd swear to heal my pain
And as long as life was in you
Never let me cry again

But I am not your Princess
I'm not your perfect bride
Even if you swear otherwise
This truth I know, inside

Tuesday, June 01, 2010


Big shoulders strong enough
To protect
From everything
Speeding car, leering men, broken heart

Eyes that twinkle more often
Than they cloud
With anger or fear
Light brown pools of hidden emotion

Never perfect, yet seeming just so
Yet more than lazy enough to be human

Downs a pint of whiskey (only the best)
A gentleman
Loose, but never a drunken swagger

The smoothest driver, shifting gears
With ease
That cannot be taught, only admired

The kite flyer, the ocean swimmer
And carefree
The one who taught me to ride a wave

Brimming with stories and terrible jokes
A father
A friend
Switching between roles seamlessly


when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry