"futiley" poems
Ever After
Its past the time for fairy tales,
or wishes that come true.
Much too late for breadcrumb trails,
too broke to buy a clue.
The knight in shining armor
has put away his steed;
the princess, if someone would harm her,
will scream a useless plead.
The dragons have free reign to roar,
the ogres feed on dreams.
Trolls control the bridge once more.
Futiley the princess screams.
Seem “Happily Ever After”
and the stories we were told.
Became quite a disaster,
youthful dreams bought and sold.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
A fragile bird
I tried to hold you
In my hand
The crinkling of my eyes
Brought tears
Drowned out by the patter of rain
I wasn't ready to see you
But I couldn't wait
For months I felt like
I had forgotten how to breathe
Your hand was cold
But your eyes met mine
With warmth
And the restlessness,
The tide breaking
Underneath my skin
was finally, futiley
Still.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC