Dreamer (A Poem By Lady Elisabeth)

You nervously touch one high-heeled toe to the pavement
Your family waved at you as you stepped in the taxi
Taking you away to the big city
You're on your own now
You step from the cab
Pull your trenchcoat tighter
To lock out the cold
Its unnecessary
Your excitement is keeping you plenty warm
Even through the New York winter
You traipse through the streets
You think of a song
If you can make it here...
But that's all you can remember
You keep walking
It looks aimless
You know where you're going
Even if you don't know the way
The sun is setting
You run
You could see it glowing in your mind's eye
Times Square
Sparkling lights every inch as glorious as you imagined
You stand in the middle of the street
Cars honk at you
Wondering who you are
You twirl
Your vintage lace skirt flares out
You are an angel
You'll be a star

wanderlust - by jocee

flowing, whispering, haunting, growing
waiting, belittling, wanting, knowing 
secrets that are held beneath the clouds
oh how i want to find them now. 

sitting, thinking, fiddling, singing
looking, feeling, standing, ringing
the sounds that i hear and the sights that i see
could one of them be only for me?

in this small town with my old carpet bag
and my blue good dress and my brown straw hat
waiting for a train to take me away
anywhere, anyone, to let the time fade away

rustling, chatting, clinking, fearing
bumping, skimming, milling, nearing
imagining on a boat that takes me far into the sea
with no one else, just i, myself and me

eating, drinking, dancing, sleeping
laughing, acting, sighing, weeping 
imagining my life if i wasn't here
maybe on the streets of paris

london, athens, montreal, tokyo
new york, beijing, rio, moscow
traveling the world, along the seven seas
being who i was intended to be

a traveler, a sightseer, a dancer, an artist
with my incurable case of wanderlust 
anything but this small town that i'm in
and by golly i won't know where to begin

just hop on a train that'll take me away
where i'll forget the time of the day
i'll venture and roam around the world
with my incurable case of wanderlust. 

-jocee <3

Supernova Part Two: The Sorrows of a Young Lady Named Sophie Grace as She Boards an Aeroplane (A Poem in Two parts By Lady Elisabeth

Oh my love
Can I truly bear this?
To be so far away?
They say London is vast and exciting
Some say its beautiful
But I don't care a whit for cities

Isaac my love
If I close my eyes
I can see your sparkling blue ones
I can almost hear your last words to me
Don't go
I need you Sophie Grace

No! I cry out
The wheels start turning
The frame of this metal bird lifts off
Any other day, I would stare out the window
Laughing at the world

But today, my Love?
I look out the window
Tears in my eyes
Longing to be again
On the ground

I think I can almost see you Isaac
Down in Mr. Hiller's cornfield
Staring back up at me
Are you crying for me as well?
But that's just a fantasy I suppose
But I'll whisper your name once more
I'll let the angels bring my words down to you
Are you there Isaac?
Are you there?

Supernova Part One: The Wish of a Boy Named Isaac Upon a Single Star ( A Poem in two parts byLady Elisabeth)

I made a wish
on a star
For you to be mine forever 
I wished for us
to be happy 
In fields of dragonflies
and magic
Time would stand still            
The world would be ours
When we kissed
We would be one
And the world would dissolve
Into oblivion
But it wouldn't matter
It would be our supernova
Chaos in its purest form
Love deep and guttural
Perfection in a single embrace
We were naught but consciousness
Drifting together through the cosmos
Not caring about the consequences 
The only sounds we would know
Are the echos of the Universe
And the whisper call of your name
Throughout the galaxies
Sophie Grace
Sophie Grace
Sophie Grace
As our falling star traced its way
Past the bright full moon
I saw that it was not a star
But an aeroplane
Carrying you far away from me
But still I cry out
Sophie Grace!
Sophie Grace!

once upon a time - by jocee

there was a boy
who lived in a village
and his only friend was his fishing pole 

he'd go down by the pond
and sit the sun
and tell the pole all his troubles

there was a girl
who lived in big house
and her only friend was the girl in her mirror

she'd sit in her room
and brush her hair
and tell the girl in the mirror all her troubles

the boy grew up and his hair turned gray
his fishing pole is gone, his only friend
but he doesn't mind, because he has another pole
and lots of other friends 

the girl grew up and her hair turned gray
her mirror is broken, her only friend
but she doesn't mind, because she has another mirror
and lots of other friends

the boy had married and had children
and built a house by the pond
and his children had children
of whom he's more than fond

the girl had married and had children
and moved into a house by the pond
and her children had children
of whom she's more than fond

and every night his grandchildren come to the house
and sit excitedly in a circle
and they beg to hear the story
that he's already told them so many times

about how he met a girl whose only friend was the girl she saw in the mirror

and every night her grandchildren come to the house
and sit excitedly in a circle
and they bed to hear the story
that she's already told them so many times

about how she met a boy whose only friend was his fishing pole

how they laughed and cried and hugged and fought
how hey skipped and ran and cantered and trotted
and their mirror and fishing pole was long since forgotten

and so they tell their story night after night
and each begin their tale with "once upon a time" 

they smile at their grandchildren's faces
and continue after those four simple words

and dear reader, as you read this poem
i am sure that you can guess
that like the pairing of love and lace
the rest of the story fell right into place

~grab your pen and scribble down some words. you never know what might happen.~
Jocee <3

A Boy and A Girl (A poem by Lady Elisabeth)

I knew a girl
With dark diamond eyes
And a smile
As sweet as the rain

She knew a boy
With clouds in his past
And his eyes
Were full of such pain

She took his hand
And taught him of love
But his gaze
Was still ever so sad

So she held him tight
And whisked him away
To places
So perfect and grand

He loved her so true
But it never could be
Voices inside of his ears

He'd rather be dead
Than be without her
But he left
Taking only his fears

If you see a man
With nothing to lose
And eyes
That are full of regret

He can't find a woman
With dark diamond eyes
Her heart torn
By invisible threats


I am so super excited, because we have another author besides myself, and she is none other than Jocee of the Cupcake Dictionary!!!!!!!!

Seriously, go check out her blog, because it's pure awesome on a candy colored webpage.

Lady Elisabeth