Saturday, December 11, 2010

I Don't Want To Be A Princess

Cinderella was so pretty, the prince thought her looks rare.
The evil queen herself stated Snow White was much too fair.
Even in unconcious states, this girl had breathtaking beauty.
The odd, pretty Belle broke the spell and ceased her lover's brooding.
Her prince charming fell in love with her pretty face.
Her prince only got to know her through her glassy case.
Though she didn't talk, her sleeping beauty made him love her.
The only way to selfish freedom was to find a lover.
Princesses ain't prefect, honey, they all have their flaws.
And these mistakes are rewarded by adoring applause.
'Cause little girls are being taught that beauty is their life.
And the one not quite as pretty suffers day and night.
'Cause her perfect prince will never hold her in his arms.
She thinks, "if only I were pretty," but she would be alarmed
to find that she was much more beautiful than any princess in her books.
And old Prince Charming isn't quite as charming as he looks.
She may not find a handsome prince or a night in dented armor,
but love will always find its way to all the girls like her.
Because beauty isn't everything, there's much more from life to ask.
And beauty can't hide flaws or faults that hide behind your mask.
So boys, now listen closely, 'cause I'm gonna give you a hard time.
The beauty on the inside can make a girl divine.
And once all these girls realize that, there's no more giving in.
To guys that like to sweet talk girls, well, you just can't win.
So girls, what do you say? Let's put an end to this perfection.
'Cause there's no such thing as perfect, let's embrace our imperfections.
I don't want to be a princess, I don't care so much for fakes.
Girls, just know that you're more beautiful with every step you take.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

My first full song!!!

Well, the lyrics at least! I'm not so good at writing music. But I've got some friends that might help me out :) Tell me what you think!!

Verse 1: Bit my lip, try not to cry
to all the people I pass by.
'Cause I've seen things they've never seen.
But I've seen things they wouldn't believe.
One sentimental starry night
can't pick the girl back up to fight.
'Cause she's been beat down so many times.
We feel the need to close our eyes.
Chorus: Cause that's just what we do,
we close our eyes, to our lives,
our pain and strife, we close our eyes.
But, what's to do?
We shield our eyes from the light of day.
So how can we expect to find a way...
to live?
V2: It's late november and it's getting cold.
I see a man going absolutely nowhere.
I wonder if he's got a home.
And if he's got one, then where?
He hears a call and stands,
but then sits back down with his head in his hands.
Because whatever he sees is just too much.
He has to shield his eyes from the pain.
Chorus: 'Cause that's just what we do,
we close our eyes, turn from our lives,
our pain and strife, we close our eyes.
But, what's to do?
We shield our eyes from the light of day.
So how can we expect to find a way...
Bridge: To praise the name of the one who put us here.
To love him is to make all the pain disappear.
To live our lives we have to draw him near.
No closed eyes, no showing signs of fear...
C2: And that's just what he'll do,
open our eyes to our lives,
heal pain and strife, open our eyes.
Just what he'll do,
we open our eyes to the light of day...
C3: Then, what we'll do,
we open our eyes, to live our lives
all for him.
'Cause if we close our eyes to the light of day,
how can we expect to find our way...
to life?

Monday, November 22, 2010

This next pic was taken in Disney World. They keep up with their flowers really well. :P I love the water droplets on the flower petals. And the vibrance of the pink flower. :)


So, I have decided to also begin to add my original pictures onto my blog. I take pictures all the time, and some I actually really like and think other people would like also. So, here's the first to my blog. This was actually taken with my cell phone. I love roses, they're so photogenic. :)

Monday, October 25, 2010

I'm trying so hard
to hear you.
I'm trying so hard
to see you.
I'm trying so hard
to feel your grace.
I talk to much
to hear you.
And I'm much to blind
to see you.
Lord, show me how
to feel you grace.
Cause all I want
is to know you more.
The one who created the Earth
and the unexplored.
And now, for the world,
the light you're asked to restore.
Cause all that the world has left
is the hope that you'll make them soar.
Well, maybe I can try a little harder.

I haven't decided what to title this one yet

I ring wind chimes like
carol bells.
I beat the dashboard like a
I tap the stairs as if
piano keys.
I pluck floss like
guitar strings.
I sing loud enough
to make whole crows hear.
A hairbrush microphone
and an air guitar,
can make the entire world
come round to listen.

One or the Other

Dark to light.
Light to dark.
Both include both.
To become light,
you must be dark.
To become dark,
you must be light.

Here or There?

Keyboard friendships,
paper dreams,
Cracked promises,
broken seams.
Plastic smiles,
painted eyes,
Crumbling truth,
expanding lies.
Inked out memories,
frozen years.
Do we even know what we're doing here?
Sucked into our wired world,
a scarless place for boys and girls.
.... Come on, how about....
Spoken friendships,
real-life dreams,
Solid promises,
sewn up seams.
Genuine smiles,
sparkling eyes,
Expanding truth,
crumbling lies.
Cherished memories,
comforting years.
Can someone please tell me what it means to be here?
Let's unplug our wired world,
and heal the scars of boys and girls.
Because, if our faces are divided by a screen,
how can we possibly know what life means?


What is it that makes me love you?
What is it that makes me care?
What is it that makes me cry everynight that you're not there?

Okay, scratch that, I'm not going to get into some cheesy love poem that bores everyone around you until that list of people includes the one you wrote it for. Why can't people just say what they need to say? Well, if that's my advice, I guess you could call me a hypocrite; because I don't do that either. We all must be cowards on the inside, huh? No matter how strong a person may feel or seem, there's still that terrified little child inside that only seems to emerge when we're faced with what we called cooties when we were younger; because, somewhere in us, we all still believe in the fairytales.


Perfect girls and pretty faces,
little skirts with dirty laces.
We all know that love can hurt,
we've all had our hearts torn and burnt.
So we all sink into our corners.
Choose your path, sluts or mourners?
And every girl will someday face
the choice of love or empty space.
Love is the girl, married with joy,
but also the girl who was crushed by the boy.
Empty space holds fears of the past,
but also the memories you want to last.
So what do you choose? Either way and you'll fall.
Or do you really have to choose at all?
Change it.


Why is it so hard to write a happy poem, yet so easy to write a poem of depression?

Why is it so easy to hold a grudge, but so difficult to forgive someone who does you wrong?

Why do we expect the worst while we never hope for the best?

Why do we try so hard to get our revenge, when there could just as easily be forgiveness?

Why can't we take things as they are instead of complicating even the smallest things?

Why is the world depressed?

Life is divine, why not enjoy it?

The Road

The Road I travel,
it taunts.
I force myself forward.
I am weary.
The road is long and bitter,
it seems to never end.
It could be true.
Rocks block my path.
I collapse,
cut by thorns that coat the path.
I pick myself up.
I do not look back,
for that is the past.
I only run forward,
the only way I'll get any farther.


Afraid to speak,
life misunderstood,
until heard through words.
The words of the song,
the song of the words,
the words of you,
the song of you.
Life's song,
still misunderstood.
Never to be understood,
always to be lived.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

This one is somewhat depressing/hopeful I guess

lost in virtual emotion.
cold bites toes and fingers.
crushed under the decisions of another.
brown eyes glimmer.
a hand holds icy fingers.
found by the unexplained.
bright as stars.
this time not minded.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

First Poem

A mask,
a beautiful mask,
masking the real,
the truth,
the everything.
A mask,
a breathtaking mask,
hiding the natural,
the illogical,
the incomprehensible.
A mask,
a villianous mask,
intervening with the good,
the bad,
the right,
the wrong,
the subtle,
the bold.
The mask has become the world.
The world has become the villian.

Well, here it goes...

Dear Anyone,

Well, I'm kinda new to just bear with me until I get the hang of this...I guess.

I'm one of those closet writers that prays to be discovered but doesn't have the guts to show anyone her work. So, I thought maybe this blog could help me move along with my writing. I write poetry, stories, and sometimes music. I don't know if anyone would like it, or if it has any meaning; I don't even know if it's any good whatsoever. But I thought I'd post it here to get a little feedback.

So please, if you think it's good, tell me. If you think it's awful, oh please tell me. I hope to be posting things regularly, but I can't say for sure. Oh, and by the way, if you're some creepy stalker person....LEAVE. I'm not gonna post any information about myself, not even my real name, so forget it. Just the writer and her work.

Oh, and by the way, no stealing my poetry. I will find you. And you will be sorry.

That is all!
:P <3