snapshots of my childhood
"i love you in the morning,
and underneath the moon."
a little girl vowing to
become the mermaid Ariel.
"i want to be an archeologist
that would be really cool." 
always a girl of great
aspirations and big dreams.
"i gave you three chances
now you've blown them."
a little girl with quite
a confused view of fair.
"look what i found."
a little girl holding onto
a snake like a star beam. 


red moon
blood red moon
dancing in the sky,
with an audience
of silver stars
glimmering in night.
come dance with me,
and drop rubies
upon my broken soul.


my slant of sunshine

you're radiant and dazzling,
my slant of golden sunshine
bringing out my personal best.
you haunt my dreams,
but in a way i approve.
don't ever leave me here,
in this labyrinth of life - 
i could not survive alone.
especially without you here.
you're my slant of sunshine
that wards off rainy days.


my prince

one day my prince will come even if he's not prince charming,
i know he'll have a smile that will disarm me in its radiance.
he may not wear a golden crown or be known to the world,
but i know that i will be his number one fan and admirer.
he may not be rich, but his richness of character will delight.
he may not be the stronger, but he would be strong in faith.
i may not meet with him until tomorrow or a week from today,
but i know that i will be held in his arms someday, one day - 
and he may not sweep me off my feet on his white horse,
taking me away to live our happily ever after full of laughter -
but i know amid our pain, our suffering he will make me laugh.
one day my prince will come but now how Disney envisioned him.


fatherless

i never had that safety net tethering me to port,
or that forever friend to hold my shaking hand - 
or wipe away the ivory pearls falling down my cheeks.
i never had that guy telling me that 'it'd be okay',
to help me through the times in difficult life.
i've always been missing that part of me.
i've always wanted that guy to tell secrets to.
i always imagined what it would be like to
be daddy's little girl, loved; cherished, respected.
i used to dream that he were a prince away
on some far off journey, and he'd come for me
one day, if i was a good enough girl, he'd come -
and we'd be the best of friends; he'd understand me.
the reality of it is that i have a stepfather who
can't or won't understand me and who's as irritated
with me as i am with him, and to be quite honest
the only things i wanted from father was acceptance,
and that thing that all girls want that thing called love.