Please Let Me Go

=)
October 19, 2011

When you're done scolding me


I've got to run.


I've got things to do and places to go


And you're taking up my time.





There's a corner somewhere


That needs to be


Found and explored and observed and looked at,


Only when you're done can I see.




I see something splendid


Through the window


Behind your head, and I think it wants me,


So when can I go?




There's a blue sky with room


For me to fly.


There's a tree with plenty of branches


And a sign that says,"PLEASE CLIMB."





A pretty butterfly


For me to touch,


Frosty, floaty, sparkly, delicate,


Wants me to rush.





There's a longing in me,


To go and see


The miracles out there that were made for me


To discover and believe.





So please do not keep me


Here anymore,


Right now there's wonders that cannot wait


Somewhere in the outdoors.

The Best Lie You Ever Told

To P-P, who I have argued with about the existance of fairies since I was a very little girl and probably will argue with till I'm an old lady.

October 19, 2011
I worshipped the ground you walked on.
I thought you were perfect in every way.
I knew you were always honest.
Yeah, I thought that until today.

You were like rain in the summer,
Like an island in a dreary sea.
A pretty pearl in my eye,
Yeah, until you lied to me.

I thought you were the most honest,
Outstanding person I knew.
Until a couple seconds ago
When I realized you'd lied to me.

You said that fairies don't exist,
That they are a figment,
Yeah, of my imagination!
But you said what you hadn't meant.

I thought you were the most honest,
Truthful person in the world.
Then you said that faires don't exist
And now I know you aren't.

Because just when you said that
You looked up at me
And I swear that when you did that
You looked just like a fairy...

And now I think I'm going to faint
Because I never loved you so much
As I did before you lied to me,
Cuz you're the prettiest fairy on earth!

It Must Have Been When I Was Looking At Your Picture...

October 19, 2011





It must have been when I was looking at your picture,


That I realized my mistake.


Because that's when the water spot appeared on the picture


And I knew it was too late.





Why do I have to realize I'm wrong when it's too late?


Because now it is just that.


Knowing that I should have said something else at the time


Makes me even more sad.





I said you'd be here always so I didn't have to be


Nice to you quite yet.


I didn't realize that someday you would actually leave


Until you had already left.





So now the blue sky above reminds me that one day


We could share it, but now we wont.


The rain will fall on me though it didn't used to,


Cuz you have the umbrella and I don't.





When I share my fries I can't complain that you like ketchup


Because I'm sharing with myself.


The world seems so much bigger because you are not here


To hide the sun; I'm by myself.





Wherever you are you wont be here where I am anymore.


At night I can't here you snore.


When I clean only I am pretending to sing.


Only I jump at the sound of the toast.





I wish I hadn't said you would never leave


Because now you are gone and I don't know what to do with myself


Because everything that I used to do,


You were doing it with me, too.

"For them," said Michael

October 11, 2011.
Was it for you, too?

A little angel looked through the veil
Between this world and that
To see what could be
The commotion below.

What he saw caused his heart
To thump in his breast
He nearly fell over
Into the chasm below.

Quickly Michael grabbed him
By the edge of his wing
"Don't fall little fellow,
"Below's not the place for thee."

For below it was dark
In a land on the earth.
Where once it was light
The same time yesterday.

And things did he see
That scared him extreme.
A sight that he never
Had thought could be.

His Sovereign, His Lord,
Once throned above Kings,
Hung pierced to a cross,
And bleeding.

Around him stood throngs
Of people that laughed,
When they should be
Down on their knees.

But worse there was still
Unseen to the crowd,
Those warped and twisted beings
That joined in the taunts.

Unafraid they danced round
And laughed at His blood.
One brave enough to
Perch atop His wounded head.

"Why don't we stop them?"
Cried the little angel.
What he saw surprised him;
Michael had tears in his eyes.

"Why don't we fight them?"
He received no reply.
"Why doesn't He banish them?"
Silence answered.

Then Michael reached out
And pointed afar
Where a group of women
The little angel saw.

They were watching the dark scene
Just as he was.
They wondered too
Why this torture was.

"For them," said Michael,
And then he turned.
Around him stood the weeping saints
And gestured he to them.

"For them," said Michael.
Then parted he the veil of time,
And they glimpsed at years ahead,
As if the future stood before them.

A child sat before a screen,
Writing simple verses.
"For her," said Michael.
And the little angel understood.