Doll Face

You leave me sitting
on the shelf
a China doll
You're afraid to break

And yet, the only fragile part
Is my living, beating heart

You leave me packed up
in a box
A plastic Barbie
So I won't become a mess

And yet the messed up part of me
Is my lack of reality

You leave me lying
on the floor
A stuffed ragdoll
So I won't have to think

And yet the best thing inside my head
Is the brain you didn't see

Put my parts together
Watch me work
You'll see that I'm more
Than a pretty face
perfect hair and vacant eyes

I'm a living doll
A work of art
Living, breathing, imperfect parts
Most likely to be
A danger to your heart

So take me down, dust me off
I'll be a surprise
You didn't expect
Just please don't leave me
On the shelf

A Story With An End

Once upon a time
never seems to come

Sometimes I get so close
but it always slips away

A fairy tale come true
is what I'd like to have

But the mysteries of life
are what my life's about

Will I ever find a prince
upon a big white horse

The thriller that I seek
is hidden in blank pages

Yet my biography I hope
will tell a simple story

That happily ever after
came at the end of my life's tale

Steampunk Princess

There's a steampunk princess
with her regal airs

You'll see her head in the clouds,
her feet in her boots

She's got romantic notions
and a technical streak

She won't fall for a knight
but a chivalrous geek

Her heart's in the details
while her head's in the game

Everyone loves her
they just can't stay away

There's no one quite like her
which is all for the best

Since all princesses are special
with their own unique gifts

A Fine Line

There's a fine line
between love and hate
when someone dear
has thrust the blade.

There are a thousand shades
between black and white
with infinite greys
grading wrong and right.

There are a million pieces
between big and small
in the puzzle of life
we all try to fit in.

There are infinite worlds
between here and there
in the concept of friendship
when one doesn't care.

Yet it takes only one word
between two people
for one to understand
or for another to walk away.

You never know which way it falls
between your words
and another's ears
unless they cross the line as well.

Vivid Colors

Traipsing through the tall green grass
Our afternoon did slowly pass

Beneath the sky of rolling blue
I spent the most wonderful time with you

As we frolicked beneath the sun of yellow
Our feelings were relaxed and mellow

If I could just stop the shifting sands
Or stop the movement of time's hands

As the sun fades into pink
It made me stop to really think

How perfect moments come to pass
When we wish they'd always last

And someday when my sky is grey
I'll look back fondly on this day

I'll see it in a hue of red
The details vivid in my head

Time passes quickly and colors fade
But that's why portraits must be made

To keep in life the vivid hues
Of days spent gaily with my muse

A Way With Words

It's true, you have a way with words
It's something I admire

You paint a picture with some of them
That you call poetry

Others you conduct effortlessly
Into lyrics that I love

Some words you pluck right from the air
And create a killer tale

But the word that you use best is when
You simply call me friend!

A Seed of Joy

I met a man on the street one day
Everyone he met tried to get out of his way
Not one kind word did he have to say

As he passed by me, he dropped a seed
I picked it up and called him heed
He glared at me, said he had no need

So in my pocket it did go
At home in the garden I'd gladly sow
And wait to see if it would grow

I'd ne'er seen one like that seed before
How I should tend it -- I was unsure
Yet I continued with my little chore

The little seed every day I'd tend
I spoke to it like a sunny friend
And soon little shoots began to unbend

It's leaves were reaching for the sky
The bush was growing rather high
I saw that buds were growing nigh

Finally the bush burst into bloom
Each flower was a wispy plume
Waving away any trace of gloom

One day I saw that man so sour
From whom I'd gotten my lovely flower
Across his angry face a glower

I asked him to come along with me
The plant I wanted him to see
And when he did, he was filled with glee

His reaction made my own heart sing
At the thought of one small simple thing
Over what shared joy can truly bring

And the next time I saw him on the street
I saw every person he did meet
Walk away with a smile most sweet