"tinkerbell" poems
We were two little children
with the sun on our skin,
playing naked in the water,
innocent of sin.
Acting out our stories,
our games were all in fun,
playing naked in the water
by the seashore in the sun.
We played at being heroes,
villains, crooks and thieves,
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell,
pirates on the seas!
Suddenly I'm longing
to find you once again,
to see if you remember.
Do you remember when?
Our eyes danced together,
how imaginations flew!
I've never been so happy
as when I played with you.
We were two little children
with the sun on our skin,
playing naked in the water,
innocent of sin.
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 8:12 AM UTC
I found myself stranded on
Neverland
with no way to fly
and no star to show me the way
'till one night
as I closed my eyes
a shadow appeared and a boy
close on his heels
they tumbled and rolled before my feet
Boy and Shadow became one
and grinned at me
"Peter Pan"
he said to me
playing a tune
and swore he just wanted
to talk for a while
Laying amongst the tiger lilies
I so adored and staring up at the stars
He asked me to be his
When I asked why he simply replied
"I once saved you from
Captain Hook."
"I’ll keep you safe."
"I promise you’ll never be lonely.”
Foolishly, I agreed
and he took me to his
Hiding Tree
where spiteful Tinkerbell
tried to be rid of me
for I was Self-Composed, Human & Withdrawn,
everything she was not.
He taught me how to fly,
showed me every nook and cranny
of his world by moonlight.
And I fell in love
with the way, his eyes shone like fireflies
and his pure and genuine laugh.
He was enthralling
and magnetic
always so carefree
and reckless
How wonderful it was
'Till Wendy bird came along
for she was Kind, Romantic & Empathetic
everything I was not
all I could do was watch
as they flew through Neverland
by moonlight
She fell hopelessly in love
with his recklessly playful nature
and hypnotic charms
Yet every night
Wendy gazed down
to see the girl
with the crow feather in her hair
laying amongst the flowers she was named
with Tinkerbell by her side.
Whenever she asked Peter why
he simply replied
“She is as Wild as she is Beautiful.
She cannot be contained
by the hollow walls of my Hiding Tree
Nor the boundaries of her village."
Then one night
when Wendy bird left
and Peter returned to Hangman’s Tree
he found Tiger Lily gone.
Every night he’d fly above
Neverland
only to glimpse
her crow feather
but all he found was an empty space
belonging
to her ghost
whispering
"Peter Pan
Take my hand and fly away
to Neverland
where the beast
within
can be free"
Tinkerbell never did say where she’d gone
only to leave her be.
Her wild beast no longer had a home.
Peter Pan
would never see her again
He had broken his Lily's heart
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Remember, that chaos first was a primordial deity,
Chaos; the nothingness from which all else sprang
headfirst and heartfelt,
half-naked and handsome,
hook, line and... halibut.
All of this,
every measurable moment,
every particle,
every object set forth in motion
sprang from a void so harmoniously
as if the absence of everything was kissed
sudden
by the presence of something.
Often depicted with wings, a bow, and a quiver of arrows,
Cupid, son of Venus - goddess of love,
son of Mercury - god of trade,
his story,
almost identical in Greek and in Roman
mythology,
his story, about a couple of gods
who seem so inherently human by nature,
jolted by jealousy,
dumbstruck by beauty,
hellbent on immortality,
his story has been hallmarked
as red hot velvet rose petal fine wine
and symmetrical hearts.
Wrapped in tin foil red ribbons
bitter-sweetly sugarcoated
dipped in thin layer of chocolate
taste-tested and lover approved.
Remember that scene in Hook
where Tinkerbell leaves her footprints on Peter's chest,
well that's you and that's me--
touch me where my heart beats
because I don't ever wanna be a lost boy.
I wanna grow up like a good bedtime story
with morals
and purpose,
I wanna have meaning.
You might say that Cupid found himself.
You might say that Psyche found her soul.
You might say that Tinkerbell was just faking it--
with the clapping.
Truth is, we can never know the whole story--
the complete truth.
Problem is, we think we can
and act like we do.
So the only time we mean what we say
is the first time we say it,
every utterance thereafter is just an attempt
at recreating a moment.
I love you
is a paraphrase
that deserves three separate ellipses
because there's a lot left unsaid.
I (distinctively remember shadow-boxing with)
love (against a star-dotted sky anchored to a
moonlight so vibrant it can only be compared to)
you (and your tidal waves).
And that's where I fell
headfirst and handsome.
I (was punched-drunk by a kiss so breathless
that it spiked my dopamine to a volume
that can only be described as) love
(in that every time my neurotransmitters feel) you
(they spin themselves dizzy and dance to your science).
There was a moment in the absence of everything
when I was kissed silent by the presence of something.
Hold me to your breastplate.
I don't ever wanna go back to the void.
02/09/2010
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
Peter Pan once took me home
To Neverland
I met everyone
From Captain Hook and Mr. Smee
To Tiger Lily and Tinkerbell
For as long as I could
I stayed with the Lost Boys
But I soon had enough
Of the homesickness
Swelling within
So I left Neverland
But once I returned
I saw that the home I had
Was gone
And the world I knew
Was hidden deep in smog
And metal
"Time passes quick on Neverland,"
Peter told me
"Home is gone,"
Then we flew back to Neverland
Where children came
But never left
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
He was a boy dressed in green who flew into the Nursery one night.
He flew in to retrieve the shadow that had gotten separated from him.
He had his fairy and best friend Tinkerbell fly into the room at first.
He followed about a minute later and told Tinkerbell to find it for him.
He watched Tinkerbell fly over a dresser drawer & asked which one.
He ran over to the drawer that Tinkerbell stayed beside & he opened it.
He takes the shadow out & happily holds it in his arms and hugs it.
He tries to stick the shadow on by just putting it on his head and poses.
He then has to pick the shadow up from the floor when it falls off.
He tries again and then sees soap & says he'll use that to make it stick.
He rubs the soap on the shadow or himself & tries to make it stick.
He starts to get very upset because the shadow won't stick itself to him.
He starts breathing heavily & asks, "What's the matter with you?"
He wakes Wendy & she thinks he's crying. "Boy, why are you crying?"
He answers her differently in the recent version from the others.
He just stands up from where he is and bows to her in the other films.
He stands up in the recent version & says to her, "I'm not crying."
He's told in the recent film that he looks like a boy out of a storybook.
He calls himself a "brave adventurer" & Wendy says, "Who cries."
He looks at Wendy and says to her, more sternly this time, "I don't cry."
He asks what her name is, she says, "Wendy Mira Angela Darling."
He tells her his & says, "It's enough for me." when she asks if that's it.
He looks around & asks, "Is this a real house?" Wendy says, "Yes."
He doesn't ask that in all the other versions, they just exchange names.
He does different things depending on what version you watch.
He goes out in the hall in the recent film when a noise interests him.
He tells her some things about himself, like that he is forgetful.
"Second star to the right and straight on till morning." is where he lives.
He tells Wendy this in every single version when she asks him.
He's asked if he gets letters & says in many films, "I don't get any letters."
He says in the recent film, "I don't get any." with a little shrug.
He also says, "I don't have a mother." when told his mother must get'em.
He puts a hand up & backs up when Wendy tries to hug him.
He says, "You mustn't touch me." Wendy puts her arms down & asks why.
He says, "No one has ever touched me." and just looks at her.
He's told by Wendy, "No wonder you were crying." and looks at her again.
He says, "I told you I wasn't. I just can't get my shadow to stick."
He also tells her, "I tried everything. Even soap." points to the bar of soap.
He gets the shadow on with the help of Wendy & is happy again.
He gets a thimble thinking it's a kiss and gives Wendy one to thank her.
He tells her about Neverland & she tells him that she knows stories.
He tells her to come with him and says that they will both fly to get there.
He says before this that he knows fairies & Wendy meets Tinkerbell.
He allows Wendy's brothers Michael and John to come fly with them too.
He teachers everyone how to fly and then they are off to Neverland.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
I am the zombie of Tinkerbell
Her living corpse
Dress sparkles all faded
Tinkling like a broken bell
My fairy dust no longer brings children the gift of flight
But endows my prey with the curse of second life
That I may twice devour their
Squirming, wriggling,
Writhing, scriggiling
Flesh
Just the way I like it
With a wide dark grin across my face
Teeth stained with blood and broken into points
Eyes dim, dull, and hallowed
Skin sallow and torn by the fighters,
Who battle for their death
Combatting the loss of their dignity
I lure them in with stale illusions and sickly sweet snares
Torn wings are no match for swift feet, but I manage
Pushed onwards, pulled forwards by a need, urge
To devour, consume, and engorge myself
Again with tender meat
And imbibe upon the sharp lifeblood
Of faerie.
For I, am the zombie Tinkerbell, and I hunger.
It's dinner time...
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
She was the glittering fairy
In the books,
But those who knew
Of the fairy
Tinker Bell,
Told another truth.
For hook was never after Pan
He was to hook a fairy,
Was his plan.
She had them hooked
On Dust,
Each morning
They would snort the glitter,
Then once again
Before dusk.
Those of weak soul
Could not take the toll,
Blood would seep
from there,
Eyes
Ears
& nose.
Feed to the croc
With a clock ticking,
Also addicted to
Lost boy flesh
Glazed,
Glittered,
Eyes,
Of a hunger untold
Peter Pan
He flew to our world,
Not for
Friendship
Or for fun,
But to replace those fallen
Dismembered,
Hacked,
carved,
All by tinkers wand.
They were
Feed to the croc,
When all were asleep
High on dust
They never did ask,
Where the others had gone.
Enticed by a far away land,
Those who were taken
Never again to see home.
The lost boys
In a far off Land.
Peter her protector,
From the man,
The one with a hook for a hand.
Stories sing a different tune,
For it was tinker bell
Who magically removed
This limb called hand,
To quench its hunger,
Fed it to croc
Now the beast has a
Taste for the man.
No ill does hook hold
Against Pan,
But a sword
Must be put
Through this child,
Who thinks he is man.
For hook is the only one
Who can rid this land,
Of the twisted dealer
Of dust,
Who wishes
To enslave this land.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
The fuzzy purple blanket under me,
Like fur caressing my skin,
So soft, so sensual, like a soft massage.
Soft black fuzzy pillow under my head,
Like a cloud, soft but supporting,
Cradling my head in its arms.
Colourful Tinkerbell blanket covering me,
Soft like velvet, rubbing my bare skin,
A cocoon containing me, to change to a butterfly.
Tight thong embracing me,
Holding that precious centre,
My well of nectar, held in a sweet embrace.
Soft cami covering my ******* my tummy, my back,
Soft on my skin, like a hug, a firm embrace,
Containing my, constraining me, freeing me.
Tight shorts hugging my hips,
My ***** my thighs, Peacock, teal, jade,
Bright and conforming to my curves.
All the textures surrounding me, holding me,
All bring contentment, like heaven,
The textures of my second skin of sleep.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 7:54 PM UTC
you took my hand,
we wrote a story that I thought
will never last
everything was just a fairytale
where I was playing the role of Tinkerbell
the girl who fell in love with Peter Pan
even though, Wendy was already holding his hands
you took me to neverland,
without thinking it would be this hard
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
At seven I heard the story of Peter Pan;
Growing up wasn't part of his plan.
I wish he'd fly through my window sill,
When the stars are bright and the lakes are still.
I would ask him to take me to Neverland,
Where growing up has always been banned,
And never planned.
I'd never have to hear my parents fight,
Everything would finally be alright.
He'd take me through the sky in one big leap,
Over rivers and through mountains steep.
Second star to the right.
Straight on till morning; through the night.
To Neverland.
I'd meet the infamous Tinkerbell,
I knew we'd get on well.
I’d hear her jibber-jabber,
Among the laughter.
I could see Mermaid Lagoon,
As we sink Captain Hook's platoon.
I can join the lost boys; form a family.
Away from the land of the ****** my ruthless reality.
Meet the brave Tiger-Lily,
We could be perfectly silly.
And meet the crocodile who tried to **** time, eating a clock.
Tick tock, tick tock.
I may be able to find a treasure trove.
Maybe I can make a home in a cozy cove.
Peter and I would be as thick as thieves,
I’d make him a crown of leaves.
We will live forever.
To age, we will never surrender.
To live will be an awfully big adventure.
Too far from Peter, I'd never venture.
All you need is faith, trust and pixie dust,
Or you might just combust.
You just have to believe
and you will never have to grieve
and no one would ever leave.
I'd never have to be strong.
I'd never have to care for long.
So let us begin the journey.
To Neverland.
My timeless eternity.
My fantasy.
My delightful daydream.
My bittersweet destiny.
My dreams of Neverland have yet to cease.
And I am already in my late teens.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
You're peter pan and I'm tinkerbell
Someday peter pan will find his wendy while tinkerbell will only watch them from a far
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
My heart is fluttering so much
Seeing you makes me happy, we should keep in touch
I'm twinkling continuously like a star
I want to fly while playing a guitar
You know, laughter is timeless
Imagination has no age, you can be a princess
Dreams are forever, it's okay if you make a mess
I'll sprinkle my pixie dust on you, don't be shy to express
I admit that I'm not modest like Cinderella
I'm not graceful like queen Elsa
I'm not sophisticated like Aurora
But I can show you an overflowing charisma and a little bit of abracadabra
I will always be your Tinkerbell
Don't hesitate to talk to me, I won't yell
All you need is faith and trust
And of course the most important thing, pixie dust
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
and when she smiled
the sun cried.
and when she walks
the angels talk.
and I wish I could see her soon
at night we could watch the stars and paint the moon.
and I pray that someone will love her
like she deserves one day.
She's amazing in every way
I love her more with each word I say.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Crystal honey
Sugar bath
No thought in love
No hesitation in touch
Small, warm animal
Safe and sound
No worry
No fear of thought
Early smile
Uncontrollable
Runs it's fingers through his hair
Little ginger tinkerbell
Fly, without care
Loved.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
Sometimes I think you are a fairy.
Everytime you appear everything gets better.
It's always unexpected.
Not that I don't expect you to show your pretty face.
It's how you appear.
Seeing you whole.
Though curious to where you hide your wings.
No matter how many times I mix my words up
You know just what I am saying.
Reaching into your bag, sprinkling your dust as you please.
My mouth covered a thousand times over, your essence.
Your words fly right out of your mouth.
And like that I am in awe.
One feeling at a time.
It's funny, how beautiful you are.
The way you sprinkle your pixie dust.
You know just how to pick me up.
The twitch of your nose.
The dimple that forms in your cheek.
The world a distant place.
This moment spent ensuring our distance.
The rest of me in your bag.
I acknowledge how special you are.
I'd never place you in a jar or any form of glass.
I'd never misuse any part of you.
My heart being the concrete that cushions the way you walk.
Your lips the fascination of the sun.
The bigger problem is how you always seem to find me when I am at my lowest.
And how I can never catch you off guard.
Never.
Your whisper in my ear.
Sinking into your presence
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
_Lost Boy - Ruth B_
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too
Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, "Peter Pan, that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely, " and ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
And for always I will say
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
You were my angel
Covered me in every angle
Brought true happiness
Unexplainable fuzziness
Men if only I can stand
I promise I wont pretend
Be with you till the end
You brought the best in me
And left the worst in me
Dreams turned to nightmares
Days turned into nights
My world turned upside down
Smiles became a gloomy frown
Still today you hold the crown
My queen of my magical dream
Can I eat you up like ice cream?
I Love You, wherever you are, faraway...
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
I love words
for their meanings
their woven tapestries
but also
for their taste.
Tell me, when was the last time you tasted a word
as sweet as strawberry shortcake
or bitter as dark hot coffee?
try it.
remember diction, now.
*loquacious
refrigerator
nefarious
malevolent
tinkerbell*
feel the 'q' like a potato chip
(crunch)
the 'f' like a wind
(swooping through)
the 'b' like a kiss
(so quiet)
Gives new meaning to the age-old rhyme:
Some books should be tasted,
others devoured,
but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
Tinkerbell,
You should claim your love,
Your dust uplifts the imaginative,
Fancying the image your Pixie holds.
A tiny ring held your winged image,
I received the token from a dwarf,
Whom greedily devoured its bearer.
I washed clean its sweet carnage,
With your bare left hand in mind,
But when I placed the jest upon it,
The wedded finger held its ground,
An invisible band lay midst its place.
The pink blood on your cheeks spoke,
An enchantment had been yet laid,
The incantations of mine too late,
Replied the rosy blood on my cheeks.
We smiled in the twilight hence,
Reflecting the muted gore,
Shying from its shove.
You should claim your love,
Tinkerbell.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
I was on my way
Sailing up high
Happy thoughts or destiny
I never will know why
How or where
She came from
But I never will forget
The day that Tinkerbell hit me on my head
Woke me up to wondrous dreams under my bed
Now every time I turn around I dream of her instead
The little boy inside of me, the tenderness/the dread
Oh, Tinkerbell went on vacation but, she worked from here to there
Sometimes near Miami and sometimes near Bel Air
And although I still see her smile here from time to time
I miss the sparkle in her eyes and her blonde hair that would shine
So hit me on my head and give me life
I would rather dream of you, then face brimstone and a fire
C'mon tinker with me, please again
So I can get to my one true heaven
And Tink, she thought that everything I wrote was just her
Well, sometimes I use the words that no one should ever hear
So I'm still protective, It's only because I care for you
To be with me from here on end if you ever dare
To hit me on my head again and dream
Dream up all those happy thoughts, dream of only me
Throw your magic dust again on me
I've been waiting all my life, just like I said
Waiting ever since I was a kid
You're majic in my dreams
And your thoughts are in my head
The many times forgiven you
With your ***** tricks
Everything's not right inside your head
But, that's okay 'cause we can find the places that we've been
So hit me on my head again and dream
Dream up all those happy thoughts
Dream of only me
Throw your magic dust again on me
I've been waiting all my life just like I said
Waiting, ever since I was a kid
Ever since I was a little kid
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
you’ve changed, says tinkerbell
as she strokes peter’s tanned face
was that wrinkle there before?
she pokes it, her tiny finger
getting engulfed in the folds of skin
did you dye your hair? i like the colour
you’ve grown taller too, and i
suppose your shoulders have become
b r o a d e r
peter flicks tinkerbell away
and absentmindedly uses his hands
to sweep the dust off his new
leather jacket and levi’s jeans
peter tells tinkerbell that the
five years he spent in the real world
was infinitely better than being cooped
up in neverland, and that he found a new
girl to replace wendy, her name’s hannah
peter says he might leave forever
tinkerbell buzzes around anxiously
why? she asks peter
what about me and the lost boys?
we can’t all stay young forever, peter
scoffs as he ties the laces of his new
converse sneakers, a gift from hannah for
their second anniversary
peter kicks up sand as he walks away
we all have to grow up one day
we can’t stay here forever in a fairytale
remaining as stagnant characters
who only know happy endings
follow me tinkerbell, and we can learn
about the harsh realities of life and
bear the scars which indicate our
brush with the cruel and painful
truths outside of our little bubble
tinkerbell disagrees, i don’t want to
grow up, we’ve always been fine here
why do you want to change now?
i don’t want to leave this fairytale behind
i like it here with you, i like it here where
everything has an happy ending
are you leaving me because
you found someone better to
spend your days with? is that it,
that i’m not good enough for you anymore?
peter shakes his head no, that’s not it
tinkerbell, you know very well i still
cherish you, but i want to live now,
live a life of ups and downs, and grow
up and learn as i fall and get up again
it’s a special experience, and avoiding it
gets you nowhere, like how we are now
farewell, tinkerbell, i shall leave now
everyone has to grow up someday,
and it’s time for me to do so
tinkerbell watches as peter leaves
for the final time, and her heart sinks
maybe peter was right, he did make sense
even a little fairy has to grow up too
but growing up is scary, and tinkerbell is scared
it’s a scary place out there, she thinks
a miniscule being can’t possibly survive there
tinkerbell flies back home in the heart of neverland
to safety and security, to where she could remain
young, forever
((growing up was always a terrifying concept too foreign for tinkerbell to grasp))
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
Destiny's child
had a smile,
"How are you doin"
She winked.
"There have been many
close calls,
I've done my best
Afraid you'll have to do the rest"
Yanked out of the way
of that car
flying by at a hundred miles an hour
paused just long enough,
Didn't fall when surrender called.
There was that 18 wheeler
changing lanes fast,
Snow flying everywhere,
Couldn't see me,
Moved on over to the center divider,
The only place not concrete,
Destiny's child
she likes to smile,
Laughs with glee,
A tinkerbell to me.
The CHP didn't look into my pocket
"Please"
Destiny's child
she's been on my side,
I just go along for the ride,
She takes care of everything.
We've all had 'em
many close calls,
Almost near falls,
Some have her
some don't,
Some survive,
Some die.
Directing traffic,
Destiny's child,
Roads not taken
every once in a while.
There she goes laughing,
She can be pretty wild,
Destiny's child.
There ought to be a Tarot card
with her name,
When she steps in
the game will change,
She knows how to dance on the
head of a pin,
Change generations
with a gleeful laughing grin.
Destiny's child
She was there that night,
When I was looking through the circular light
Stop sign with a grin,
She knows when you gotta end,
She knows when you gotta begin.
You'll catch her out of the corner
of your eye,
When the light's just right,
She ain't up there with the green flash,
But she definitely has class.
Destiny's child,
I'll be grateful to her
'till the last gasp.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Dear Peter,
It’s been six years Peter.
I dream of you often.
Of flying into the stars.
Of looking after the boys.
Of battling evil Captain Hook.
Of arguing with Tinkerbell even.
The exciting adventures I experienced.
Growing up has been exciting.
Growing up has been painful
Growing up is lonely Peter.
I have my own house.
I miss the family everyday.
I miss the loud laughter.
I miss mother and Father.
I miss John and Michael.
The war took them away.
I know what you’re thinking.
What is this war Wendy?
War is a terrible thing.
The loud explosions and screams.
The blood in the fields.
Soldiers marching in the streets.
Enemies killing children and families.
They're bombing all the cities.
Come and save me Peter.
Take me away to Neverland.
I’m in too much pain.
I’m lonely and scared now.
I want to get away,.
Away from war and pain.
I want to be young.
Growing up is too painful.
I wish everyday for you.
But now that I’m grown.
I worry that you’ve forgotten.
Please say you haven’t forgotten.
You keep me going Peter.
The explosions always scare me.
But then I remember you.
How brave you are Peter.
I wish I was brave.
I wish I had stayed.
I love you Peter Pan.
From your own Wendy Darling.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
she was a whirling merry-go-round
shooting through outer space like an
intergalactic firework
he was a grey pond where
no life could be sustained
she floated when she walked like a
snowflake in a gentle breeze
he called her tinkerbell
she turned all she touched to love
setting fire to fear and
sprouting hope through the
salt-and-pepper piles of ash
he needed her like a
flower needs a bee
she brought goldfish to his grey pond
and lily pads
and cat tails
and shades of color
warm and cold
planting and painting a plentiful
landscape
he now had this
entire ecosystem
inside of him
living and breathing
growing
she stole his heart
to replace it with a
habitat for love and art
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
I read a comment from a friend today
She said she liked my note
It was a poem about 4 certain words
A quick one that I wrote
She said she liked Old Fairy Stories
I didn't have a clue
Was she talking gay old pooftahs
Or just fairies dressed in blue
Liberace, Quentin Crisp
Have lots of tales to tell
But, was she speaking of these fairies
Or of ones that cast a spell ?
I wasn't sure of whom she spoke
Which fairy tales she liked
Was she a big fan of Tinkerbell
Or of big, princesses named Mike?
So, I figure I'll just wait and see
I'll write one for Eileen
It'll be the strangest Fairy Tale
That she has ever seen...
Once Upon a time.......
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC