she creates her own fairytale,
and designs her happy ending

In the white sunbeams of a forgotten fall
A poor soul was screaming in vain;
I’ve found myself in a dazzling castle’s hall
Looking for the lost ballroom, sweet love’s reign…
How come beauty never revealed itself before?

Golden gardens on walls white as snow
Kept by doric columns, rooted in a marble floor
Silver key doors locked, lost in the wind’s blow
Chasing the moment, open every pine door;
Broken windows, shiny crystals all spread.

At the end of the hall, two massive black doors,
Slowly open at feather touch, tainted blame,
Oh, burning red fondness never felt before…
A charming man waltzes alone, held pain:
“Dance with me and life shall never be the same.”

Ardent footsteps on the ballroom floor
Until the evening sun made a shy greeting
Two strangers in the night, turned into gore,
The blood dripping from my hands, awful feeling:
“There’s no longer waiting for my fitting.”

A valiant knight in shining armor
A beauteous princess seeking a hand
A kind and charming bounteous farmer
That becomes ruler of the mystic land

A cascade of bejeweled fairytales
Embedded in endless pages
Thousands of magical paths and trails
The stories of many ages

A velvety cushion beneath my feet
A fantasy in my mind
An image of a world complete
With whimsical humankind

Flipping through the ancient tomes
Imaginating the scenes
A tale of petite garden gnomes
Of princes and kings and queens

Oh, how I miss being right at home
With my magical little friends
Even this dainty little poem
Can’t capture how each tale ends

Sitting on the dilapidated couch
The book within my sight
Upon the plush seat I slouch
My heart encased in delight

Gently placing the book in my hand
I feast on the creation of word
Little did I understand
These reveries would be deferred

Oh, how my life has unfurled
How change comes out of the blue
How I wish that our veridical world
Could be like a fairytale too

— OrcasTogether

We each have our own separate tale
Not knowing what our path would entail
We’re scatters of stars on a celestial night
A laughing darkness with beads of light

We’re all a portion of the sky
A cycle to be born then to die
No wonder we look up above and yearn
For part of us wishes to return

Each star has its own beginning
Cascade of matter, bright and spinning
And then a story that lasts until its end
And through life they meander and wend

So all of us have a separate page
That spreads as we grow and we age
And we sparkle in our lifetime quarries
For we’re all made of stardust and stories

— OrcasTogether

Will I ever be
the main character of my
own story? Or will
I always be stuck on the
sidelines, lost in the dark?

I know how the fairytale goes.
Nobody wants the dragon
Guarding the tower.
They want the Princess
They can save.
But I have scales for skin
And I breathe fire
Through my fangs.
Don't assume I won't
Eat you for dinner
And use your bones
To pick my teeth.