Let Me Tell You a Story

Nothing made me love you more,
Than holding me tightly in your arms,
And not letting go.

Your smile,
Still makes me want to,
Dance a million dances with you.
And when you hold my hand,
It makes me feel like I am,
The most special woman in the world.

When I first saw you,
My heart skipped a beat.
And when you first smiled at me,
In the hall of our old highschool,
Butterflies danced in my stomach.

The rhythm of our love,
Will never be disturbed.
And I knew since the first day,
That you would be mine,
forever.

Fathers

Because of you,
You've taught me how to be
Myself,
And nobody who I'm not.

When I start to slip away,
You bring me back to my roots.

You've caught me when I've fallen,
You've helped me when I'm down,
You've helped me paint that loving face
With a smile: not a frown.

You are my role model,
You are my dad,
You are the one I come to
When someone makes me sad.


You used to come and find me,
When I would run and hide.
Now everyday I pray and hope,
You'll never leave my side.

As I sit on  the rock next to the water,
    I feel the calmness of the movements around me;
        And the near-silent humming and buzzing of flies.
            The symphony of birds and crickets fill the air,
                 As they sing to their own song.

The fragrance of lillies and butter-flowers,
     Waft into my senses.
          This scene that I am awing at looks like it was sculped;
               Fake.

I am happy,
     As I dip my toes into the clear blue water.
          The heat of the sun melts into my skin,
               As if I'm laying on the hot beach sand.

But there in the distance,
     I can hear the voice of my father:
          Lecturing me to continue our journey ahead.

Drunken Eyes

A whip smacks his face,

And sends him falling to the floor.

The tears streaming down his face asking,

“What did I do?”

“What did I do to upset you?”

Everyday,

Is the same routine.

The bruising and pain settles in,

As the monster leaves the room.

And he lies there,

And wonders,

“Am I the only one?”

Am I the only one,

That has nowhere to go?

No place to be welcomed,

And no love to be shown?

Am I the only boy,

That feels all alone?

The one that cries during school,

And gets bullied for it?

Am I the only one,

To feel so much hate.

To come home everyday,

And look into those drunken eyes?

Am I the only one,

To get abused at home?

To come into school with bruising on my arms,

And nobody to help me?

And there you see him on the floor,

Tears falling to the ground.

You don’t walk in,

Or make a sound.

You just sit in your chair,

Trying not to care.

Just sit there,

With the beer in your hands,

And with your eyes full of hate.

Don’t sit there,

And take a moment,

To wonder,

“What have I done?”

What is it like?

What is it like,
To walk down the isle,
Glowing in your white dress?


What is it like,
To hold your baby,
In your arms for the first time?
When she opens her eyes for the first time?
When she looks at you for the first time?


What about when she crawls,
And when she smiles for the first time?


What's it like,
When you see your girl,
Take her first steps?
When she speaks her first words?


I wonder how you felt,
When you taught me how to ride my bike.
When you saw me swim with no floaties,
And when you let me start to take chances.


I wonder what it was like,
To see all this happen.
What was it like,
To see me grow up?

What Will You Do With These Words?

When I show you my words,

I want you to love everything

Everything that I say,

And everything I feel.

When you are finished listening to my words,

I want an applause.

An applause so loud,

That people from China can hear. 

And when I am showing you these words,

I want to lift you and take you,

Into another world.

I want to be able to take you back,

To when you were a little kid.

I want you to hear my words,

And feel my love.

I wish to blast you off,

Blast into a different world.

And I wish to do that,

Through my words.

... I am free.

As I start to spring up the long steep hill,

My heart speeds faster.

Racing to the top,

My legs grow slower.

The tall grass and hay flowers,

Greet around me.

I am seconds from the top.

I reach the top of the hill,

My home below at the start.

I breathe heavily.

As I crouch down to pluck the flowers,

I can feel the soft breeze gently drifting through my hair..

The horizon in the distance,

Goes on for miles.

And the autumn colors,

Paint the trees dancing around me.

This is what I love.

I stand tall.

Surrounded by the beautiful colors,

And that dancing breeze.

And there I know;

I am free.