Thursday, August 28, 2008

The untold version of Cinderella


Cinderella has something on her mind.
Her eyes are scanning around
looking for the time.
Her white dress and make up on her face.
Such a beautiful girl,
that feels completely out of place.
Prince Charming knows she's the one,
but he doesn't know that
she just wants to have fun.
She uneasily looks around,
walking swiftly
as her dress touches the ground.
Music echoes through the halls,
humming steadily with the sound of the clock.
Her heart is going but her feet are planted to the floor.
She's not ready yet.
She wants to be free, she wants to be soar.
The prince surprisingly takes her hand, hoping for a chance.
Bowing gracefully,
he asks her for a dance
As they dance he gazes into her eyes.
Right then and there he knew,
for her he would die
She fell in love too,
But she wasn't ready yet,
She knew what she had to do,
So when the clock turned 12 on the dot,
her feet became unplanted
out of their spot.
She ran down the stairs in flight
Prince charming reaches his hands out,
but she was already gone.
His heart broken, and filled with fright.
Here was a woman he loved.
A woman, he was sure that
was sent from above.
He couldn't figure why she couldn't love anyone else.
Poor broken hearted prince charming couldn't realize that
Cinderella needed to find herself.

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Where have all our childhood memories been gone?
When life was just one big song
Not a care or worry was on the earth
We never saw the anger violence or hurt
We spent the day playing and night dreaming
Later on in life, visions of the world left us screaming

We looked for comfort and hope
Growing up was sometimes too much to cope
But at the same time we knew
That a world of our own was needed
And sometimes in that we succeeded
But there were times we couldn’t take it
Just felt like giving up and throwing a fit

Some days we went through a moment (or more)
Where we just didn’t care
Blamed the world because it was just not fair
Sometimes we isolated ourself
and set our social habits aside on a shelf
But then there were times we wanted to flourish
To be the center of earth and be noticed
Some of our attempts lead to a desperate measure
A willingness to fit in sometimes lead to other people’s pleasure

We went through friends, some bad some good
Some of us looked at them to see where we stood
Then discovered a true friend vs. a fake one
We have discovered that the true friend stood out
The one who knew what we were really about
The one who brought out the light and the smiles
Who’d be willing to walk in our shoes for a million miles

Sure enough besides choosing bad friends at times
We have made other mistakes
Some so big that it raised the stakes
But then some so stupid we’d slap our head
When we try to fix it, the opposite would sometimes happen instead
And then we’d get mad
And complain how the world is so screwed up

But then we slowly start to realize…
Life is like a roller coaster
With its twists and turns
Points when our stomachs churn
Can’t stop a roller coaster in the middle of the ride
Same way with life
You gotta keep on going, you gotta strive
No matter how much life may “bite”
No matter what, you gotta fight
Can’t hold back, after all it is your life

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No Longer


When clutching my head,
and dragging my knuckles
across the ceramic floor
wasn't enough to escape
your abuse,
I threw myself on concrete
and prayed I would drown
in blood.
Quiet and unnoticed
But even that didn't work.
My body was a painting
of your destructive results,
and my shame and pain
added the final touch.
Because then I was too weak
to spill myself to the ones I love
Because then nothing else mattered
but you
but me
but us.
Now I no longer have the strength
to carry on your burden.
No longer will I risk
everything I have lost
all over again.
I grow sick
looking at these wounds
we have both given me.
And I cry every night
because four years with you
got me a contract with the devil.
I'll rip our hearts apart
and from the scattered pieces
I'll quickly pick up my remains

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When I was no younger than you
they used to slap me silly
with a wooden yardstick.
I'd scream so loud
my screams pierced
the suburban skies.
And our nosy neighbor,
in her burlap,
peered through our kitchen window.
And, as always, they'd smile
and pull the curtains shut
with angry hands.
Now they have found
a more hurtful way
Far worse
than my father's yardstick.
A scream not loud enough
for our neighbor to hear.
I know it
when they refuse to look at me.

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I am a 25 year old loud mouth by my words yet soft spoken at heart. I have love affairs with new thoughts, ideas, controversies, movies, news,helping those in need and politics. If something tickles my fancy, I will blog profusely about it. The world is filled with nonsense, and writing helps me grasp the reality, whatever that may be.
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