Am I the girl with the shiny curls
All tangled and unaware?
Of the real world I reign
With no inhibitions
Only love and what feels right
Doesn’t she feel like she’s flying?
Like she’s floating, like there’s no wind
To resist the pain of feeling
What this world has to give
She thinks she knows this world
All is light, just light that sweeps her cheeks
Flushed pink with youth
All is wind, just gusts
That brush her hair for her
All is effortless, effortlessly
Beginning and ending
And beginning again
Does she wonder about the rest?
Aspiring to slip through to find what lies ahead
Yes
But ask if she’s knows of the real hurt
And she’d confidently utter
The truth she thought she knew
We are taught by the trusted,
Swept under their wings,
Atop their earth
It is bliss and nothing else is known,
All else is shielded
With armor of might and mail
So I go one day
After the wing is lifted
And this world, this world of mine
This world of mine I thought I knew
Is not that world at all
Dancing past swinging doors
With air that forces her,
She turns but there’s no turning back
The doors have been closed on the past
She accepts the truth of fleeting youth
And letting down her hair
Shoes of pink satin are now deeply rooted
But not in ground of fertile touch
But in piles of unstable sands
Sinking, falling no!
Please let her out
“I’m okay, I’m surviving,”
She utters the words through someone else’s tongue
They roll past her teeth falsely
Walk impassively, she thinks
Kiss the breath of the ******
But why?
Why walk being led by unfamiliar feet?
Why run past a group of truth?
Why wish for what’s not truly wished?
Why not listen?
Why not listen to your own cherubic voice,
Innocent pitch and sweet intentions
Why not trust?
Use the trust that’s kindly offered often
Why tangle in senseless strings?
It’s petty and lacks virtue
Why?
Because she’s alive
We’re alive and we live and we die
And travels prove arduous
And she’s little
In a little body, little is contained
Little wants to be contained
Growth
Growth in a body brings growth to the mind,
Seeps up the spine and I know
So it takes some time
To fill the mind
And time also carries pain
All in all, you can’t just call the name
It calls you, it reckons you
And it stabs you till you’re almost
At your end
But it’s funny
It never quite hurts you enough
To knock you down completely
It rests inside
So now she stands tall
Stoic like the Chief that’s
In my blood
Wrapped in that petticoat
With polka dots and
A pair of red shoes
It took some time, granted
Tumbling a bit every moment
Standing up
Regret?
Yeah
She peers through the window
That cannot be shattered
To stop; omit all
Try, she tries and tries but
She can’t
She amazes herself though
Every time those strings are strummed
Or every time her senses are numbed
From all the petty rest
She knows a lot,
But not at all
But what beauty lies
In the potential
To bring herself up
Just to fall again and again
Every fall holds strength
To begin all over
Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC
Am I the girl with the shiny curls
All tangled and unaware?
Of the real world I reign
With no inhibitions
Only love and what feels right
Doesn’t she feel like she’s flying?
Like she’s floating, like there’s no wind
To resist the pain of feeling
What this world has to give
She thinks she knows this world
All is light, just light that sweeps her cheeks
Flushed pink with youth
All is wind, just gusts
That brush her hair for her
All is effortless, effortlessly
Beginning and ending
And beginning again
Does she wonder about the rest?
Aspiring to slip through to find what lies ahead
Yes
But ask if she’s knows of the real hurt
And she’d confidently utter
The truth she thought she knew
We are taught by the trusted,
Swept under their wings,
Atop their earth
It is bliss and nothing else is known,
All else is shielded
With armor of might and mail
So I go one day
After the wing is lifted
And this world, this world of mine
This world of mine I thought I knew
Is not that world at all
Dancing past swinging doors
With air that forces her,
She turns but there’s no turning back
The doors have been closed on the past
She accepts the truth of fleeting youth
And letting down her hair
Shoes of pink satin are now deeply rooted
But not in ground of fertile touch
But in piles of unstable sands
Sinking, falling no!
Please let her out
“I’m okay, I’m surviving,”
She utters the words through someone else’s tongue
They roll past her teeth falsely
Walk impassively, she thinks
Kiss the breath of the ******
But why?
Why walk being led by unfamiliar feet?
Why run past a group of truth?
Why wish for what’s not truly wished?
Why not listen?
Why not listen to your own cherubic voice,
Innocent pitch and sweet intentions
Why not trust?
Use the trust that’s kindly offered often
Why tangle in senseless strings?
It’s petty and lacks virtue
Why?
Because she’s alive
We’re alive and we live and we die
And travels prove arduous
And she’s little
In a little body, little is contained
Little wants to be contained
Growth
Growth in a body brings growth to the mind,
Seeps up the spine and I know
So it takes some time
To fill the mind
And time also carries pain
All in all, you can’t just call the name
It calls you, it reckons you
And it stabs you till you’re almost
At your end
But it’s funny
It never quite hurts you enough
To knock you down completely
It rests inside
So now she stands tall
Stoic like the Chief that’s
In my blood
Wrapped in that petticoat
With polka dots and
A pair of red shoes
It took some time, granted
Tumbling a bit every moment
Standing up
Regret?
Yeah
She peers through the window
That cannot be shattered
To stop; omit all
Try, she tries and tries but
She can’t
She amazes herself though
Every time those strings are strummed
Or every time her senses are numbed
From all the petty rest
She knows a lot,
But not at all
But what beauty lies
In the potential
To bring herself up
Just to fall again and again
Every fall holds strength
To begin all over
