September 22, 2010

Pretty Little Girl

“Mom, can ask you something?” the little girl walks closer to her mom.
“Yeah, pumpkin, what do you want me to answer?” the mother rubs her daughter’s hair softly.
“Am I ugly?” the little girl asks while starring at her mom, waiting an answer.
“No, you are not.” The mother shocks, then pulls her daughter to sit on her lap. She kisses her daughter both cheeks, then asks in soft voice, “why did you even ask that?”
“So, this morning my friend said that I wasn't pretty and I didn't fit to be Cinderella for next week show,” told the little girl.
“You are the most beautiful girl in the world, darling. Mom loves you. Do not let anyone else make you think otherwise. Okay?”
“Okay, mom,” the little girl smiles brightly.
"You are one little pretty girl." Once again the mother kisses her daughter’s left cheek. “I love you,” she continues, then kisses the right cheek which is fully covered with birthmark.

September 21, 2010

i want to be somewhere else

i want to be somewhere else

thought everybody was against me

all those judging eyes

and sadness turn into melancholy


i never gave an honest answer

i did make a lot of stupid mistake

are we done now?

tired of people being fake


all this bitterness is starting to grow cold

embedded into empty feeling

hanging onto complications

sometimes quick sand has a massive appeal, at least to me


i really want to be somewhere else

winter night

making love in a winter night almost like an invitation to a far away dreamland looking at a pair of moonlight eyes swelling heart i feel