In the Style of Robert Frost

In the Style of Robert Frost

We walk in silent shadow,
darkness that I well know.
Through the field of silent roses,
and swiftly emptiness does grow.

I’ve yet to see a bed of roses,
wither in their twisted poses,
crushed by the growth of walls
while the lazy worker dozes.

And like then hand of time it falls,
tumbling, when the North Wind calls,
whistling through the mountain range.
like a sleeping volcano it astutely sprawls.

And though the landscape may change,
with rain of stone and others strange,
I’m certain that the darkness will remain,
no matter how often we ourselves rearrange.

Backspace

Backspace

There’s no backspace button for life.
We can’t just go back and change our answers,
fix our mistakes before they happen.
Life doesn’t come with an eraser
and a bottle of white-out,
or even a warning label slapped on it.
There’s no Surgeon General warning:
May cause complications.
And we can’t put our life on hold,
I’ll be right back,
hang on a second.
There’s no away message option,
leave a message I’ll answer you later.
We can’t tape it in our VCR and zone out for an hour,
Kkowing life will be preserved on the VHS,
and we can just rewind and tape over
whatever concerns us.

I've Killed the Easter Bunny

I've Killed the Easter Bunny

Hide those chocolate eggs,
don’t put on your Easter hat.
You can tear that dress to shreds,
you have no need of that.
I’ve flushed the Peeps
and broke off the chocolate bunnies’ heads.
Why does it all matter,
if the Easter Bunny’s dead?

Yes that’s right you heard me,
I guess I’ll never learn.
But that bunny really got on my nerves,
and so he had to burn.
I’ve killed the Easter Bunny,
there’ll be no baskets today.
Don’t go looking for your colored eggs,
I've thrown them all away.
The pastels ain’t so bright now, huh?
The day just ain’t so fun.
Well, I guess instead of handing out gifts,
that bunny should've learned to run.

Now I know you’re all upset kids,
but it’s just the way things gotta be.
That bunny had it coming,
so I did him a favor you see?
And just because you don’t have candy,
and you really want that sugar high.
That’s no excuse to become unruly,
too much sugar and you would die.

So where do we go from here?
The whole world is on my back.
Hey, I can just hire a lawyer,
maybe the same one the bunny had.
I’ve killed the Easter Bunny,
there’ll be no baskets today.
Don’t go looking for your colored eggs,
I've thrown them all away.
He ain’t comin’ to town kids,
he’s wrapped in a tarp in my car.
Yeah, the bunny tried to get away,
but he didn’t get that far.

You want to hold a funeral?
You want to remember him well?
Don’t waste your time people,
that rodent’s gonna burn in Hell.
I have no problems with the Tooth Fairy,
she’s the smart one, she pays me cash.
But that bunny was so annoying,
I swear he was a major pain in the ass.

And now the children are crying,
because the Easter Bunny’s over and done.
We all knew he was magical,
well magical don't hold up against my gun.
I’ve killed the Easter Bunny,
there’ll be no baskets today.
Don’t go looking for your colored eggs,
I've thrown them all away.
Here comes Peter Cottontail,
sliding down into the sea.
Yeah, Easter’s not coming to anyone,
except to maybe me.

Santa’s cool and leprechauns rock,
but I think that they’ll agree.
That bunny was nothing but trouble,
and people should be thanking me!
I’ve killed the Easter Bunny,
Easter’s no longer so great.
So pile up all your decorations,
set ‘em on fire and watch ‘em bake!

An Ode to the Color Green

An Ode to the Color Green

Green – life eternal.
Waves of rolling green
blanketing the sides of roadways,
hugging Mother Earth,
consuming her dirty surface.
Clinging, parasitic,
to the tops of tree trunks
until the color fades
and falls, broken and crumbling
to the forest floor.
Ferris wheel loops in the distance,
lights sparkling
like shiny pears in the night.
The moon shines down
on lovers, intertwined,
silent in the mass of green.
The world goes by,
unnoticed.
Sleep creeps up on the meadow,
slowly, green with envy
of the awakening to follow.
The rain pours down from open skies,
drenching the thirsty
Green.

Write Me A Song

Write Me A Song

Write me a song,
full of magic and lies.
Open your heart,
and I’ll open your eyes.

Paint me a masterpiece
of suffering and pain.
You bring the storm clouds,
and I’ll bring the rain.

Mould me a sculpture,
expensive and grand.
You take my regrets,
and I’ll take your hand.

Sew me a blanket,
of faith and deceit.
If you’ll supply the place,
I’ll harvest the sleep.

Craft me a poem,
of poison, of cure.
You may be tainted,
but your motives are pure.

Write me a song,
full of hope never-ending.
You be the artist,
my heart you are mending.

Burst of Wind

Burst of Wind

Like a sweet burst of wind,
you whistle through my fingers.
I cannot keep you here,
nothing but memory lingers.
You dance right by me softly,
trampling my heart underfoot as you go.
And what this really means to you,
I guess I’ll never know.
I wear my heart, crystalline,
around my neck on its flimsy chain,
and though you seem unaffected,
I know pieces of it, with you, remain.
There’s hardly any way to write about love
without sounding so utterly cliché,
but if it is at all possible,
I swear I’ll find you the way.
If you could have one wish tonight,
I don’t know what you’d say.
I only know what I would wish,
and how my scene would play.
I’ve dreamed of how our movie ends,
but I don’t know if it’ll ever be real.
I don’t even know if we have a script,
let alone a fully-edited film reel.
So there’s one last thing I’ve yet to say,
before I take my leave.
Don’t break my heart, don’t analyze,
don’t pour me through a sieve.
Don’t cry for me, or lie to me,
or get yourself in too far.
But most of all, don’t assume,
don’t second guess what we are.

Future

Future

My future is unwritten,
ust a blank space in my mind,
another crisp clean page
just waiting for the words to spill
from the pen in my hand.
The sun doesn’t illuminate my future,
it hides behind the clouds
and leaves all my thoughts in shadow,
in doubt.
So what is waiting for me in my future?
Surely there is no hope for me,
no scrap of fancy left over,
no traces of a whim.
I think the future’s all been used up
on those who sparkle like stars
in the dark of the day,
those beautiful people
who float from minute to minute with no cares.
Their futures are all spelled out for them,
perfectly organized in their 3-ring binders,
neatly arranged and held close for no one else to see.
They’re the lucky ones,
the ones who know what the future holds for them,
exact and precise and unchanging.
and there’s nothing of the future left over for me,
not even a hint of what might befall.
So why do I try,
and, more specifically,
why do any of us try?
Your future is unwritten too,
I can see it in your eyes.
Are you bleeding inside?
Does it make you feel any more alive?
Is there anything left of your future
that can shed light on my past?
Is there anything left in this world
that can keep me away from the sun?
And, most importantly,
is there a future for me at all?

Fate

Fate

I think we’re meant to be,
but some things you can’t see when they’re right in front of your face.
And some things you don’t miss until they leave you.
If fate doesn’t bring us together in time,
then maybe you’ll think fondly of me when we’ve parted,
when our chances have been thrown away
and blown away to the corners of our lives.
Maybe I should find some way to let you know just how I feel,
and maybe I’m just crazy for thinking you’ll ever love me.
Maybe I’m just a tragic figure, always doomed to make the same mistake.
In which case, I guess I have no choice
but to accept my fate, I think it’s fate
that pulls me back and pulls me under every time I try to swim away.
It’s gotten so bad I’m drowning in a sea of emotions,
floundering with my head barely above the water.
You wouldn’t help me even if you could.
You’re standing on the shore watching me go down,
you’re watching me lose this battle,
I’m struggling to breathe but I can’t find any air.
This blackness is so soothing, sacred, it’s covered me like a blanket.
And now I’m going down.
Lost in a daydream, follow me down.
Floating, falling – down.

Bilingual Love

Bilingual Love

I feel you like a thorn through my heart,
like a headache that won’t go away.
You’re like my worst nightmare
come true, a waking, living dream.
I’d love to say
Je t’aime, je t’aime,
tu es mon soleil.
Mais, ce n’est pas vrai.
Tu n’es pas mon rêve,
J’ai peur que tu es la réponse
que je recherche.
And now I guess I have no choice but to say
Je t’aime, je t’aime.
And even if my words are fake
at least you’ll hear me say,
Tu es mon rêve,
Je t’aime.
So now I’ll bundle up these thoughts
and stuff them away in a box.
Un boite dans l’ombre de ma coeur.
Je ne t’aime pas.

The Sign

The Sign

Take this poem as a sign,
the one you’ve been waiting for
for so long.
Fold it in half and let it rest,
and bloom in your pocket
alongside the pen I gave you
to remember me by,
while you were away.
You said I never took a single test,
without that pen in my hand,
and I’d never live without it.
But I can,
just like I swear I can
live without you,
even if that statement
was false before I let it
slip from between my lips.
And even though my heart’s still beating
in perfect rhythm, in time with yours,
I’m still afraid you’ll leave me alone,
I'll have nothing left to hold.
So I’m penning this poem,
to let you know how much I need you now.
I’ve tried before to get through to you,
but all my efforts fail,
all of them are futile and it never comes out right.
Nothing ever comes out right.
So I’ve taken to trying to tell you with my eyes
and with my heart.
Can you hear it bleeding?
Can you feel me drowning beside me now?
I’ve tried so hard to make myself stop,
to discontinue this love for you,
and still my heart bursts every time we touch.
You call to me, like the light at the end of the tunnel,
leading me home.
You guide me with your crystal clear eyes,
your beguiling smile,
and I fall.

The Reasons Why (A Song)

The Reasons Why (A Song)

There’s a reason for why I write these words,
spilling my thoughts upon this sea of white.
There’s a reason for why I can't remember,
for why I’m here with you tonight.
There’s a reason for why I’m drowning now,
your eyes have captured me in their snare.
There’s a reason for why I’m giving in,
you’re all I’ve got, you're all i'm near.

Chorus –
Send shivers down my spine,
I only want for you to be mine,
come what may.
Take my hand and take my heart,
before I fall apart,
just please save me.
Let me be the one to hold you,
let me be the one to show you,
the reasons why.

There’s a reason why I still cry myself to sleep,
because you are so far away now.
There’s a reason why I feel alone,
you’re so distant in your way now.

Repeat Chorus

Bridge –
You smile and I see
everything I’ll ever need,
it was always you I knew it
but I think I might have blew it.
This night was made for you and me,
the sacred blackness haunting me.
I’ll hold you when you’re feeling weak,
put all your faith and love in me.

Chorus

Ruin My Happy Ending

Ruin My Happy Ending

Seems like you know just what to say,
but hey, words are only words.
You’re a smooth talker
but when it comes down to it
you’re just the same.
I was fooled for so long
by your vapid promises
and your easy going lies.
You hid all your truth
behind double meanings,
double-edged swords
meant to cut me to the core.
It was a so-called fantasy come true,
fairy tale endings,
wisps of clouds floating by.
Ripped at the seams,
dreams go floating downriver.
My eyes are weary,
I let them close.
My painted façade crumbles,
I spew clichés all over the sidewalk,
all over you, again.
You ruined my happy ending,
so what’s new?

Deserving

Deserving

Even though I’m worthless,
I do deserve better than this.
I don’t deserve to be lied to,
to be pushed around and used.

Love is a many splendid thing,
love lifts us up where we belong.
All you need is love,
but guess that that’s all wrong.

My life is not some silly love song,
and neither is this world.
I wish I was just good enough,
but I’m not; I’m just a foolish girl.

There’s a song inside of my soul,
that’s bursting to be free.
A sad and melancholy song,
that sings inside of me.

A song that fills my eyes with tears,
that drives the stake into my soul.
Because of you, because of this,
I’m no longer in control.

Repair

Repair

The one thing I’m scared of is me,
I’m here all the time and I won’t go away.
But I’m trying so hard to improve myself,
and I’m leaving behind my yesterday.
Don’t tell me how to define my soul,
don’t expect me to wait for you here.
I’m sick and tired of all the games you play,
and I’m tired of living in fear.
So tell me that you understand my feelings,
tell me that you’ll always be there.
Don’t make me turn and walk out that door,
because it’s not something we can repair.

Sonnet 1

Sonnet 1

Be still my heart, tho art diffident,
And you know that he will not assent
If thou were chivalrous enough to say
The love and the emotions you hold everyday.
If you could only find another way,
And if he only shared what I feel.
But let the chips fall where they may,
Let time and time alone reveal.
Is there nothing I consider so real,
Then to love and be loved in return?
And I can remember what happens still,
To a lover’s dream deferred.
And so it shall remain, love unrequited.
Until we two have been united.

Can't Tell You How I Feel

Can't Tell You How I Feel

I can’t describe how I feel,
I get all twisted up
and my words are clumsy.
I’m just a fool when it comes down to it,
lovesick, heartbroken.
I’ve been pining for you for far too long.
So excuse me if this poem is no good.
I’d love to write a million things,
about butterflies in the stomach and roses and other shit,
but none of that really matters anyway.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this,
it’s clear you don’t think of me this way.
Why do I kid myself,
and write poetry you’ll never see?
I’m sorry I’m not good enough,
I’m sorry this poem isn’t good enough either.
I’m sorry my heart doesn’t beat loud enough for you to hear.
I could say I’d run a million miles
just to get to where you are,
but sometimes, I just don’t think I would.
And that just endears you more to me.
I’m glad that you have so many different sides to you,
so many I get to see everyday.
So, even when you’re being a total a-hole,
somehow I still love you.
This is why I don’t write love poems,
this trying to explain how my heart feels,
even now as I write this.
See? See how stupid that sounded?
Well, the bottom line is, I love you,
but I can’t tell you how I feel.

So Goodbye Then

So Goodbye Then

Meaning is shallow,
like the barrel of the gun
you hold to my head.
Like the ticking of the clock,
the click of the safety.
Time has slowed,
down to just you and me.
You, me, and the bullet
that waits patiently
to bury itself in my brain.
What have I to lose,
to truly miss?
You never cared for me,
never loved me.
No one ever did.
They always ran
at the first sign of affection.
My life has been an endless
array of running, of rejection.
So pull the trigger,
I fear no explosion,
it's nothing new.
I am no longer a threat,
with this slug in my skull.
So goodbye then.

I Have Dreams

I Have Dreams

I have dreams
where I set you on fire
just to watch you burn.
I have dreams
where I run you over
with an 18-wheeler,
and then back up and hit you again.
I have dreams
where I put your mangled body
in a wood chipper,
and watch you get chopped into little pieces.
I have dreams
where I stab you with a butcher's knife
and laugh as you gush blood.
“I have dreams
where I watch you bathe
and then throw a toaster in with you”– Niki
I have dreams
where I jab screws in your eye-sockets,
and nail your fingers to the wall.
I have dreams
where I push you out of a moving helicopter
above the Empire State Building,
and you get impaled upon the spike at the top.
I have dreams
where I throw you off of a carnival ride,
and you get beaten by a rabid carnie.
I have dreams
where I fill your food with razor blades and rat poison,
and refuse to help you out when you ask me
with your last dying breath.
I have dreams
where I strangle you with a computer mouse
and then stuff your body in a blue fishing tarp
and dump it in a lake.
I have dreams
Where I tie concrete blocks to your feet
and drop you in the Atlantic Ocean
and then speed away in my boat.
I have dreams
where I send you to Africa
and the little starving children with AIDS
rip the flesh off your muscles and bones while you are still living.
I have dreams
where I slam your head in a window
and then impale it on a stick and beat you with it.
“I have dreams,
where I rip open your abdomen and take out your intestines
and spread them around the room like ornaments,
while I dance” – Niki
I have dreams
where I force you to slit your wrists
“and then I suck your arteries like a straw” – Niki
I have dreams
where I pour hydrochloric acid on you with an eyedropper,
and make beautiful designs of chaos and pain and anarchy.
I have dreams
where I slowly grate your feet off with a cheese grater.
I have dreams
where I inject you with Draino
and watch you scream.
I have dreams
where you die and I laugh.
That doesn’t mean I’m disturbed.
And then I have nightmares
where we all live in sunshine and happiness
and there’s cute little bunnies with their heads still attached,
hopping about in fields of flowers.

Phone Conversation/It’s Gonna Be Okay

Phone Conversation/It’s Gonna Be Okay

You picked up the phone,
you said hello.
I told you I only called
to tell you it’s not working out.
You said that you were so afraid
of living a life without us in it.
I said I was tired of not being vindicated.
You said I promised you the world,
well maybe I did.
But you and I both know
I can’t help but lie.
I told you I wasn’t honest,
you said you didn’t care.
I said I’m sorry, I need more,
this is getting so old.
You said I need you, please stay.
I told you I was scared of being so close to you,
you sang me Dashboard Confessional songs over the phone.
I pulled out that old line, hey let’s be friends.
You said you’d be all I ever wanted.
You are all I ever wanted,
I just cant take the worrying
about whether you’ll leave me someday soon.
I told you I wasn’t the one for you,
you said there could be no one else.
You said, remember when we spent that day
walking in the park in the pouring rain?
I remembered, your hand was warm in mine,
even though the rain was so cold.
You said my smile was the only genuine thing you knew.
And I remember we hid in the trees,
before I fell off a branch from laughing so hard.
I remembered you rolling through wet, mossy leaves,
pulling me with you,
us both soaked to the skin.
And I remember when you told me, “I love you”,
there under the dying oak tree,
when I was laying on my stomach
both feet in the air and hair all wild.
I remember being shocked by it,
as I picked those petals off the flower,
looking into your eyes, saying it back,
and running straight into the lake.
Your voice cracks on the line and pulls me back.
You say, love is like a role we play,
but I could have died in your arms that day,
and not regretted a thing.
I said, my heart is bleeding right now,
I think this is worth dying for.
You told me, you’re fragile and frayed,
at the ends you break.
I said I’d give anything to go back
to when I knew I was in love,
back to when you colored the sunset with your smile.
You said this can't be the end,
I’m not ready. Not ready.
I cant do this, I think I’m going to break,
you're begging and crying.
I’m sinking again in that same emotion,
the one I knew back when you
tackled me in the sand on that lonely summer day,
and we sat and watched the waves roll out to sea,
and I let the sand slip slowly between my fingers
and tried not to breath too loud.
I said I can't take it anymore,
I think I need you too,
like I need another hole in my head.
You said you’d carve another notch into my heart.
I said you’re welcome in my dreams,
you said you’d see me there.
I wrote you a poem,
about the way the moon shone
that night when I told you my worst fears,
my best hopes and dreams,
and you tore my heart out and left it to bleed
in the grass of my front lawn.
and I smashed that glass in the kitchen sink,
and wrote your name in my arm with that blade,
and cried my eyes out later.
That same night when I climbed in your bedroom window,
and left those broken glass shards
In your desk drawer with that note,
you know the one.
And I crawled in bed with you,
and in the morning it was okay.
Over the phone you tell me:
It’s gonna be okay.

Break-Up

Break-Up

Do I sound twisted to you?
Morbidly fascinating,
Depressing?
Well, I almost had you.
But that’s not enough,
so I’m hooked on Advil now
to get me through the day
without this splintering headache,
aching heartache.
But all the memories, I wouldn’t trade ‘em for anything.
And today I wrote you a song,
but it wasn’t good enough,
just like me,
so I crossed it all out and tore it to pieces.
And maybe later I’ll regret it,
but for now I’ll just forget it,
like how I’m forgetting you,
with a glass of water and a couple of pills.
I’m not crazy,
you’re not even close to what I need now.
I packed all your memories and shit
and stuffed them into an old shoebox
that I burnt yesterday in my front lawn.
Our story’s over and done,
I’m hanging up my masquerade,
I’m cutting up those pieces of me
that still say I’m in love with you.
I squashed my feelings under the heel
of the Converse shoes you said you hated.
I tore that love poem you wrote me
into a million pieces and flushed it down the toilet,
and was elated for a few seconds.
I turned on that CD you made,
full of our favorite songs,
and danced around while I ripped up all our photographs,
every last one.
I broke that figurine you thought was so perfect for me.
I cut my finger on the broken glass,
and used the blood to sign this note.
I won’t throw out that CD you bought me,
the one I wanted so badly that you
drove 50 miles just to get it autographed,
but that’s only because I like the music.
And don’t come looking for the ladder by my window cuz it’s long gone.
If you want your jacket back well too bad,
tt’s nothing but shreds now,
a nice bed for the dog to sleep in.
Don’t come crawling back to me,
promising love and security.
I threw your ring in the lake and watched it sink,
before I smashes that dumb stuffed animal
you gave me last Valentine’s Day,
with my dad’s hammer.
Any more concerns?

Pins and Needles

Pins and Needles

Lock me up in a coffin of your love
and throw away the key.
Set fire to this funeral pyre,
let me sacrifice myself for you.
Your sepulchral voice puts me to sleep,
droning comfortably in my ear.
I’m free-falling now,
down from the sky.
I’m not worrying about the consequences.
Chain me in fetters of obsession, devotion,
cage me, I’m too far in.
Slit my wrists and leave me to bleed,
anything but this torture of wondering
what you feel for me,
what I feel for you.
I’d rather crash and burn,
I’d rather be set aflame,
I’d rather die slowly, tortuously.
You’ve got me on pins and needles.

Make It Bleed

Make It Bleed

If you can’t let it be,
then make it bleed.
I want your heart to bleed for me.
I want you to feel like
there’s a gaping wound in your soul
when I’m not with you.
I want you to feel ripped in two,
just how I feel when I’m around you.
I want you to write me a love letter
and sign it in your blood.
I want you to tell me how much you need me.
I want you to carve my name
into your arm, into your heart,
wear your devotion on the outside
as well as the inside.
I want you to crave me,
like water in the desert,
like breath in a locked coffin.
I just want you to kill me softly,
with your shallow promises
and sickly sweet poison words.
I want you to love me,
like I’m the only thing
between you and the edge of insanity.
It’s all I want.

This is Not a Love Poem

This is Not a Love Poem

Catch you if I can.
Where have all the stars gone?
I’m drowning in regret and fear,
floundering in a sea of lies
that threaten to untangle me.
Even as the pen touches paper,
spilling thoughts across the neat blue lines,
destroying the perfect whiteness of eternity,
there’s still a deep longing.
I’m suffocated by the memories,
long-winded, spanning the years.
Your eyes hold so many secrets
that I just want to break open
and spread to the world.
Your hand touches mine
like fire, endless burning.
I’m aflame.
There’s a memory I hold close,
of the time when you broke my heart,
shattered my dreams
and left me with too many bruises to count.
There were many days
when I wished I were dead,
when I had it all planned out.
I listed all the pros and cons,
all the ways.
Do you know that?
I wrote your name,
deep into my skin,
wondering what death would feel like.
I thought about it a lot,
I played with fire,
knives.
I wondered.
but I never tried,
nothing more than the slight lines that scarred me.
I was afraid of you,
of what we were, are.
I beat myself up over it,
wrote some lousy things about you.
I almost wrote you a song
but I threw it out instead.
I penned a letter, maybe two,
signed it in my loopy scrawl,
Yours truly, Katie.
Then I folded it up,
cut pieces out,
and made a snowflake out of it,
set it on fire,
and watched it flutter out my window on the breeze.
I watched it crumble into ashes in midair,
before I walked away.
And I didn’t let one single tear fall,
Because I wasn’t ready.
I’m never ready.
I’m burning these feelings,
upon a funeral pyre,
and burying them deep within the earth.
I’m ending this tonight.

Sally

Sally
(Character from Nightmare Before Christmas)

Man-made creation,
woman of fabric and thread.
You who sew your arm, your leg,
back together so easily
as if they were nothing,
not your skin and bone,
what makes up your very existence.
Rag-doll child,
the skeleton’s queen,
wandering through the graveyard of broken souls.
Your life is a constant masquerade
full of masked faces and veiled identities.
No one is true.
Don’t let yourself fall behind,
the vultures are waiting
to clean the skin from your bones,
steal away your very breath.
The loneliness is deep,
my morbid paper-doll,
empty and devoid of emotion.
Thread your needle,
sew your mouth shut.
Carry on.

Alice

Alice
(Character from Alice in Wonderland)

Take another sip of poison,
step in through the keyhole
to another world.
A very merry unbirthday to you,
darling, join the tea party
here in the center of madness.
Exercise carefulness if you play
croquet with the queen.
She’ll twist you so,
the Queen of Hearts,
and order your execution
“Off with her head!”
But don’t fear the smile
that hovers bewitchingly in the air.
It’s just the Cheshire Cat,
come to stay and chat awhile.
And if you wander down his path,
you’ll come upon this and that:
a garden of inequity,
a pack of cards: they're guilty,
a caterpillar smoking upon a shroom.
So trippy, this strange land.
For all your innocence,
waste away.
Welcome to Wonderland,
it’s not too late.

Jessie

Jessie
(Character from Toy Story 2)

Wild cowgirl,
red-haired beauty.
You’ve been encased in dust for far too long.
Waiting for your cowboy-hero,
with your only friend, a horse.
Hidden away in some distant closet,
you’re blinking at the sudden rays of light.
Behold! Your cowboy has come
to save you and set you free.
Don’t remember those days
from long ago, when you belonged to someone,
when somebody loved you.
And now, you need not fret,
forget your past.
You’ve got a friend,
in him, forever.

Ariel

Ariel
(Character from The Little Mermaid)

Princess of the sea,
full of childish wonder,
cavorting and twirling
beneath the waves.
Lost in the glamour
of the enticing world above.
A cavern of treaures
is all you have to hold.
Come, exchange your fins and innocence,
your beautiful voice,
for legs and dreams
of that other world.
Go and find your prince,
waiting eagerly
to hear your sweet voice.
But you’ve given it away to find him.
Will it be true love,
little specter of the sea?
Will your underhanded dealings pay off?
Your fate rides
on the simplest of things.
Where is the kiss?