Story or Fact?
A web of thorns,
A glass shoe,
Are the Disney fairy-tales,
Important to you?
A beast and a beauty,
A red haired mermaid,
Their arch-enemies,
Severely paid.
Are these stories truly dead?
Are they all untrue?
Some people believe,
What about you?
A cursed princess,
A lilac fairy,
Are their stories less important,
Than Potter's, aka Harry?
An evil stepmother,
A shoe made of glass,
Does Cinderella's history,
Not deserve to last?
And what about Belle,
And don't forget the beast,
Can you remember their rose?
Or Belle's very first feast?
And what about the mermaid?
With the flaming red hair,
Will she soon disappear?
Should they all beware?
A snowman who loves summer,
A queen who's coldness can be felt,
Will their hearts be broken?
Will poor little Olaf melt?
You might not believe,
But at least standby,
Retell these stories,
Or they will all die
Inside My Soul
People think it's easy
Being who I am
They think I am naturally smart
That I don't even have to try.
But I'm different inside
I try so hard I reach the breaking point
I can't stand people thinking I'm dumb.
So I push myself
But sometimes
I just can't do it
Anymore
I break down
Cry
Shut them out.
I try
To stay calm
To be the perfectionist
But I'm not
I want to run and dance all day
I don't want
To be perfect
Or smart.
I want to be me
Not who everyone
Expects me to be
Wants me to be.
I don't want to be
The girl they want me to
I don't mind people thinking I'm smart
But I wish
Just once
They would let me
Be me.
That once
Just one little time
They would be proud
Of something I did
That wasn't
By the perfect girl
They make me be.
Keep Going
Do not worry
Everyone’s life can be tough
And in most people’s cases
It’s bound to get rough
It’s easy to forget
How lucky you are
That you were even
Put here at all
But always remember
However hard it may be
That someone is defenatly
Worse off than you or me
So go and go and go
keep on pushing through
Because otherwise you’ll make pointless
All the work they did for you
Mountains
Mountains,
Standing tall and high,
They hold much cold but never cry,
Through winters wet and summers dry,
Their roots below will never grow,
Their trees might blow away and fly,
Their streams might slow and dry,
But the mountains they stay still and high,
Never fall, never fly,
Mountains standing tall and high.
Everything Seems Dull
Everything seems to end when the Sun
dies,
Everything seems to end when the trees
fade,
Everything seems to end when we run out
of tears,
Nonetheless, it is not like that.
Everything continues, even if you are
gone,
Even if you stay,
These crystal sentiments,
Who is going to take them away?
Neither ending, nor remaining alive are
gone,
They just go on and on, and on, and on,
Does not matter what may happen,
I feel blind, I feel waned, I feel alone.
Penumbras everywhere, and she, the
light, never comes to dissipate the storm.
Surrounded by books, surrounded by
letters, surrounded by everything,
Yet nothing,
What one can do with a sentiment like
this?
The hand interprets it, the pen speaks it,
and the author never expresses it.
Only silence that remains and never goes
away.
DA 2012