Bluebird (The Maeterlinck Connection)

The bluebird is a symbol of happiness,
not to all but to some.
It flits about, flying forth
to and fro.
All about the place.
Like true happiness.
It can sometimes be found,
just by standing still.
But, to be honest,
Most often you hafta look.
Do you know where the bluebird flies?
Do you know where YOUR bluebird lies?
Sometimes, you would never know it was there,
it lies in wait, wearing a disguise,
Until you just let it pass you by.
And it goes off, and you never know you missed it.
Do you know why?
Because we are all wrapped up in our individual lives,
in our daily routines, in what "MUST" be done.
So you know what,
take the time to look.
'Cuz the bluebird is before you.

Suzumiya

Ah, Suzumiya!
How beautiful you are!
How unlike the other
mortals with whom you
must deign to mingle!
Your bright, shining eyes,
and your intriguing knowing smile!

I remember how first we met,
that first time we spoke,
how your statements
shocked me, ME, into silence.
Me from who words flow
like the waters of the Nile,
simply ceased.

Ah, Suzumiya!
How different you are!
How your interests are
not standard, by the book at all!
You have numerous, unusual friends
And yet you talk to me,
and consider me your friend!

Since you entered into my life
things have never been the same.
My routine is extra-ordinary
though you yourself don't see it.
Never again can I be called "normal"
and all because of you .
Suzumiya-chan, I owe all of it to you.

Ivory Tower

Would you believe
I never kissed a girl before?

I wonder if it is due
To the ivory tower upon which I rest?

Or maybe because out there
Exists no girl for me?

The Regret

My deepest regret
is that I did not
take her to the prom.

Sometimes I wonder,
if she regrets it too,
that I never asked her.

Whether I misread the signs
I shall never know
I do know that I regret it.

I wonder if I'm like her at all
I wonder if I'd be good for her
Or if she would be good for me.

Maybe were both too scared to say
I was falling for you.

Letdown

I liked her, I decided
And I wanted to ask her out.
I NEEDED to ask her out.
After all, the worst she could say was no.

And I did ask her out, but she didn't say no.
She said I was like her brother.
She walked away from me, I remained motionless.
How could it happen to me twice?

Jealousy

I loved her, but she was my friend.
What was I to do?
Should I confess my feelings to her?
Or should I keep them all locked up?
Which was more important to me,
her love, or her friendship?
What would happen to our mutual friends?
Would our relationship destroy our frienship?
I confessed, she shot me down
And confessed her love for our friend.
I broke, as her words sounded in my head.

Beautiful

I always thought she was beautiful,
Though she herself denies it.
You could see that she is self-conscious,
Just by looking at her pictures
It is as if she denies that she is beautiful,
but she is.

First

Do you remember your first love?
How it made you feel?
How it made you act?

Do you know how it feels,
When she rips your heart straight out of your chest
And stomps on it?

Untouchable

I fear for myself
And for her most of all
I love her, and
I know she loves me

She hovers just out of reach
Like a firefly against the darkened sky.

Who am I to catch her?

Kyon

There is this girl I like
But I cannot admit it, even to myself.

This girl I love,
But I cannot be with her.

She is incorporeal to me
Floating just out of my reach

And though I wish I could exclaim to the world
That  I love her, I cannot

Silent Romeo

"Sleep will never take me,
My mind is stuck on you.
You better be laying awake
Thinking of me too."
-The Midnight Riders, Save Me Some Sugar

If I could but compare thee to a summer’s day,
Without it sounding so cliché;
If I could speak my tale of woe,
Without it sounding like a tale of silent Romeo;

For you see, it goes like this,
I am a young man, quite erudite and educated,
But I am unskilled in matters of the heart,
Essentially a novice.

But there is this girl, who I love with all my heart,
But I can never say it.
Whenever she is around, my words fail me,
And I mumble some vague reply to her spoken words.

How I wish I was a poet of Shakespeare’s caliber,
So I might write her a sonnet, so she knows how I feel,
She who may or may not have loved me,
Whom I feel I have failed.

I was not there to take her to the prom,
To dance with her, to kiss her,
To be there for her when she needed me,
That I quite regret


Now I ache inside, knowing that we are parted
By miles, physical and metaphorical.
She is probably far beyond me, and my reach.
If only I could speak to her these words.

Does she know that I exist?
That THIS is how I feel about her?
Or am I just a face in her yearbook,
Like she is to me right now?

I gaze down at the page with her name and face,
And I wonder at what might have been.
If I was but a tad braver,
If I wasn’t so fearful of her rejection?

Does she know of my poetry?
Does she know that I speak of her right now?
I wonder if I can still be with her,
If I might get a second chance to be with her.

I fear that I have rambled far too much
That I sound like a cut rate Shakespeare,
Quoting sonnets and plays,
Trying to get out what I feel.

But still I stand, a Romeo,
Silent but to her, for my cheeks turn red
And my words just die in my throat
I cannot meet her eyes