I Can Fly With A Little Help
Friday, July 04, 2008
I want to fly.
The wings attached to my back
are not my own
but that of a giant bird
who's wings expand to reach the clouds
of that blue blue sky
that shines brighter than any jewel or gem
with the sun as its all-seeing eye.
Closing my eyes
I focus on the happy tune
the wind sings in my ears
and the pressure of gravity
trying so desperately
to pull me down.
But here I am
touching the sky that seemed so far away
with a little help from a bird with
beautiful large white wings.
I want to fly,
and, with a little help, I can.
Labels: poem
Getting and Staying Over You
So this is it, huh?
This is how it all will officially end
after about two years of unrequited love
for him.
I've finally given him up.
It makes my heart ache,
but,
even though I wish you the best,
I want to be happy too!
Even though loving you caused me so much pain,
I want to thank that laughing face of yours
for teaching me something new
about this feeling that makes the world turn.
As I remove your smiling picture from under my pillow
and tuck it away in a box under my bed,
I remember
that feeling that could ruin or make my day
simply because I caught a glimpse of you,
you smiled at me,
or you did not even notice
when I called out your name.
I remember that feeling...
all the longing and yearning,
the sweet silent rejoicing,
the bitter envying,
and the lonely and painful crying
- all of these were caused by the feeling of love!
However, in the end,
my sudden desperate confession was not enough
to stir your heart
from the girl that you had fallen for.
So here we are sitting on the steps of your front porch
drinking soda out of cans
reflecting the rainbow painted sunset before us
as if I've never loved you
like I did,
and as if
you never knew.
You smile at me so carelessly
and make those buried feelings want to resurface
as the sun sets your figure aglow.
But I won't let those feelings reignite,
because...
we're both happy
just as good old friends.
