Your Little Princess

Snow White wears a dress of ivory,
then gold.
She approaches me,
tells me her story,
for I am young and she is old.

By day Sleeping Beauty,
follows me mercilessly--
secrets in my ear,
quite and confidently
brushing away each fading tear.

Then night draws near,
my Tinkerbell here to stay,
guarding and watching me,
as twilight fades away.

These visions of princesses,
fairytales,
stories from the stars--
captivating me as my dreams spin afar...
They once told me that as the days grow into years,
You'll let go of these tales,
confront all your fears.

But let me just say it right now,
loud, proud, and clear,
in times of trouble
your princess will always be near. 

When It's All Shadows

Forbidden satin flowers
...that really only existed in her imagination.
They bloomed on a Friday.
A rusting key
...that didn't fit into the lock.
They never trusted her.
The slowly drawn blinds
...shutting tomorrow out from within.
They longed to be open.
The all-knowing antique doll
...sitting perched on her bookshelf
wishing it could tell.
It knew--
it knew.

And So You Run...

Stand. Up. Tall.
...and they will try to hurt you.
They will spin their words
like brilliantly arched arrows
critique and criticize.

Sit. Back. Down.
...and they will prod at you.
They will make each step a monument
of what you have not been able to see.

Run. And. Run.
Until you have left yourself behind,
left them too.
But they will follow.
Haunt you with their whispers,
glass words,
transparent lies.
and so you collapse.
Lay. Gasping. Here.
...and all they do is hide.

Journey to a 100 Posts

Yes, I know I haven't posted in forever (and I feel immensely guilty for that, you have no idea) but yesterday, while lying in bed (a situation in which I most often seem to have my epiphanies...I'm not sure if it's just me, but I always seem to have mini self-reflecting sessions before falling asleep), something drove me to check how many posts I've posted on my blog so far, and what do you know, this will make a hundred. (:

I know for a blog that's been fairly active for four years, this isn't very much, but Merry Go Round has definitely been a journey for me in and of itself and my blog has come to mean whole lot to me. Before this becomes a smattering of sentimental words and unnecessary emotions, I just thank all of you faithful readers who take the time to read when I do post (which I promise I'll be better about :P). Gracias!

On and final note, if there is anything I want to leave you with after reading this (besides the fact that I am and expert at rambling at precisely nothing ;)), I hope if there's one thing you take away, it's this:

Words sometimes can speak more than you think.

Try it sometime...try just letting go of everything (yes, I know very cliche, but really) and just write straight and raw from your heart. You'll be surprised at the results. Don't let any part of you tell you that what you write is wrong because it isn't. You're own writing can't be wrong. And I think that's what the beauty of words are. (:

Anyhow, that's about it for now, but without further ado...

At This Moment in Time

(told in...terms of music ;))

[once]

When I was just a little girl,

the charcoal grey of my eyes said plain...

simple. 

There was nothing foreign, no words to hide,

no lurking stranger. 

My friends and I, draped with the sleek white of innocence,

on top of the world,

reading to be a princess,

firefighter,

superhero.

Life was...

 all about us,

and we liked it that way.

[then]

One step at at time,

we learned,

 grew,

and we danced

danced the dance of recklessness, 

recklessness and joy

We were content and anxious--

Young blood. 

[and now]

Fifteen.

Suddenly, this black and white is filled with secrets.

And although often it make seem as if

every teardrop is a waterfall,

sometimes, we just stop and realize...

we're young, wild, and free.

Why Am I Here?

This little girl,
she wondered why,
asked her questions,
to the sky.

Hardly did she know
that the blue did indeed hear,
the clouds, they soon let go of her fears.

"because our life is bigger

than the sun, the moon, the stars

because here we are dreamers,

because we'll make it far."

So this little girl,
she said thanks to the sky,
Comforted from this simple reply,

and then she sang her lullaby to the ground

quietly laying her fears down.

Wishing you a Warm Mug of Hot Chocolate

I am the type of person who considers reading a book by the fireplace in my favorite beanbag with a mug of hot chocolate and marshmallows nearby...perfection. Pure perfection. This holiday season, I hope that whatever you define as your "perfect moment" may come alive, and wishing you the best in the upcoming year (: I know I'm a bit late on many respects...Merry Christmas! :D), but remember to celebrate the amazing world and people around you <3

Postcard of the Future

When your mother handed you your postcard of the future,
what did you think?

Did you dream
of fairies from far away places,
castles...
dungeons...
and dragons.

Did you truly and deeply believe
that Prince Charming
in all his elegance
would arrive
at a moment in your life,
pick up the fragmented pieces of glass
and fallen roses
and be a living dream?

Did you set your heart upon a falling star
that whatever you wished would come true,
imagine
hope
soar
and relish
of a beautiful world you knew you would see...

Then you told this to your mother
sister, father and brother,
they stared,
you felt ashamed.

But here's a little secret I'll tell you about this game.

When we were all handed that postcard,
a small, tiny fire inside
in each and every one of us,
counted upon these little lies.

Food for Thought

Silently Calling

Each scorching word

leaves another mark on the road.

Together, we dissolve in it's silence.

Silent severity

which we are unable to break.

She brushes her fingertips

gently

and deliberately

across this trail,

until their presence...

is merely lingering. 

They say...we are fighters.

Who have conquered days

moments,

fears,

who will together rise, 

and forget the cares of the world--

but they do not know of this trail.

Words Can't Bring You Down

This is such an amazing cover of such a great song. (:

Casting Away Those Whispers

[daunting.]

They say, they said, they know, 

the words echo quietly in my head.

The musings of a fairy tale--

perhaps I once read.

It pushes, it asks, it stays

lingering, unready to leave

these voices, these fears, these questions

only once hard to perceive...

My little inner self dances 

slowly across the floor

musing over these questions,

soon enough at the door. 

 [ethereal.] 

There is something utterly magical

as I take my place on the ground--

picking apart each little star,

knowing each wish has been found.

It engulfs me in it's presence,

sings me a melodious song.

Stretches widely--broadly--

wonderfully...

assuring me that nothing will go wrong.

[beautiful.]

This picturesque portrait of a tomorrow

drawn in deep blues, lavenders, a grey.

This daunting, ethereal beautiful sky,

Enchanting the world in which I lay.

And gracefully, immaculately, perfectly,

the most crooked of stars aligned,

the voices, their whispers cast away--

under my midnight sky.

Tidbits at 10 P.M.

Right now, it is 9:21 P.M. and I am sitting on a swivel chair in front of my computer intent on writing a blog post, no matter what it'll take me. Right now, it is 9:30 and I am sitting on a beanbag in front of my computer in my pajamas and with a glass of hot chocolate by my side, strongly intent on writing something.
Ah, much better. Anyhow, after feeling incredibly guilty for not posting as regularly as I believe I promised earlier, here are just a few really random tidbits I've found through my numerous periods of wasted time (hehe just kidding ;) Enjoy! (: [whoever you may be, whether a criminal in a jail cell halfway across the world or...not :P]

Alright, so first of all, I wanted to share something sweet that I stumbled across earlier--

^ The beauty of this is not just that it made me smile, but also that there is so much more meaning behind it when you stop and think about it. Family and friends are such special things in our lives and this little story just helps illustrate how sometimes even the smallest acts can be the most special because of the effort and thought put into them. "That's the best I could do under the circumstances" <--and yet, that means so much. (:

Impressive.

True, true (;

...and that's why I read <3

Quidditch. Yes.

Hehe just had to throw that one in (;