One Day I'll Speak My Mind

Prompt: "It takes great strength to stand up to those we do not know, but even greater courage to challenge those we know"

They say it requires unnatural strength

to speak your mind.

To rise against

a heart that lies close to your own.

It must be true,

for all the things I want to say,

that I've construct in my mind,

they evaporate in my throat,

dissolve on my lips.

My breath quivers from lack of speech,

caves in upon itself. 

A cold apprehension pricks,

sweeps over me,

a concoction of want and lack of power.

I summon my strength,

it refuses to come.

So, for now I remain silent,

after all, I'm no Hercules.

I'll recite them over and over,

the words I so long to say.

I'll stretch their muscles,

build them up,

make them mean so much more,

and maybe one day,

I'll find a power within,

and speak my mind

to your heart,

so close to mine. 

Ser Enamorado / To be in Love

Ser enamorado es volar en las alas de la aurora.

Es mirar los cielos con ojos nuevos,

es bailar en el camino de sueños.

Es todo lo que dicen,

es todo lo que imagines,

a tener brazos cubriendo y cuidando,

a tener la sonrisa del sol

enviado por ti.

Cuando tienes que cerrar sus ojos,

solo para absorber la perfección del momento.

Cuando rojas solo a tocar su mano,

Es a ser enamorado,

es guardar el mundo en sus manos.

To be in love is to fly on the wings of dawn.

It's looking at the galaxies with new eyes,

it's dancing on the path of dreams.

It's everything they say,

everything you can imagine,

to have arms surrounding and protecting you,

to have the smile of the sun

pointed right at you.

When you have to close your eyes,

just to absorb the perfection of a moment.

When you flush red with just a touch of a hand,

that is to be in love,

that is to cradle the world in you hands.

A Weeks Time

A week.

Seven days,

lagging on and on.

The clock pauses for dramatic effect,

but the alarm will go off soon.

The alarm to mark:

When our time is up.

When you are gone.

When a week is over.

How can I say all I need to

How can I get the thoughts straight in my head,

if I only have a week with you?

Will I even be able to speak at all?

I'm not ready, but I tell myself I am.

I have to be.

No options or solutions.

Only a week.

I'll play for you all the songs I know

Maybe you can sing them to Jesus when you see him.

I'll impress your memory into me,

like duplicating a key.

I wont ever forget you.

Your laugh,

your scent,

the way you always cry in movies.

But this isn't a movie.

So we don't have to cry.

I know it's only "see you later".

Even still, I don't have enough time,

to tell you everything that needs to be said.

Thank you.

I love you.

You mean the world to me.

You taught me so much.

How can I show you all of that

in only 7 days?

Dancing with Shadows

She sits and she stares out the window,
at the star that points her heart north.
She waits for him, for as long as it takes.
and lulls in a chair,
back and forth.

Never taking her eyes from the sky,
she knows his promise will be true.
She waits for a boy she only thinks she knows,
a boy with a mask
she cannot see through.

After forever's spent waiting,
she hangs her head, defeated.
A shadow comes near
to turn up her chin.

He holds out his hand,
as if to ask her to dance,
she accepts
but knows it's not him.

He pulls her in close,
they aridly sway.
Her waiting's in vain,
now she knows.

She sets her head gently,
on the hallow of a shoulder,
And dreams of memories,
while dancing with shadows.


The prompt was to write about Peter Pans shadow. Anything about it, how he came back for it, how it got left behind, a poem from it's perspective. I chose to write about how he was left, and how he comforts Wendy.