Mirror,
Mirrror,
on the wall
I wish to be fairest—
Or prettiest,
maybe loveliest;
I’ll even settle
for Most Likely to Succeed—
of them all.
Make me,
Mirror, please,
something other than that
face that always stares.
Give me princes
and evil mothers;
send me packing,
keep me running—
I’m not picky, I swear.
I’ll live with men too countless;
I’ll make pies,
keep house,
sing to anything with ears.
Just make me pretty,
Magic Mirror,
stuck upon a wall.
If I am pretty,
Blessed Mirror,
I’ll live the life you give—
even if it puts me in a coffin;
even if I must be kissed by strangers.
Oh, dearest mirror,
give me
any reflection you wish.
Only
make it good;
I’ll make it work.
I’ll trust your eye.
But, one request:
Please, make me
Fairest
of them all.
Snow White’s Secret March 5, 2009
Teardrops May 18, 2008
Ice drips
in
the light of
the new
day–
even the coldest
is
touched–
and one can see
the trace
of
teardrops
as they
slide
down the
forgotten
face
of a
simple building;
one
might say
it is
just a bit
of nature
acting
out
and,
they are,
in a way,
right,
for
don’t we
all
have
the trace
of
teardrops
slipping slowly,
rusting the
corrupted
walls
within?
When the Pain Cuts Deep March 13, 2008
The world seems to shatter
when the pain cuts deep.
It’s as if nothing really matters
when the pain cuts deep.
Hope is lost and smiles fade
when the pain cuts deep.
You forget to look at the good memories made
when the pain cuts deep.
Life is seared with breaking faces
when the pain cuts deep.
Forgotten dreams haunt the surface
when the pain cuts deep.
Breathing becomes impossible
when the pain cuts deep.
Only when tomorrow dawns does recovery seems plausible
when the pain cuts deep.
But we learn to move on; never slowing
when the pain cuts deep.
Otherwise we lose a chance of growing
when the pain cuts deep.
