February 7, 2012

What can you do?

You live in two lives.

Your own

and in someone else’s

Always following some one else’s shoes.

But you hate it, you want to live your own life. You think it is about time. Even though it seems impossible. Outlandish.

But this little girl had to grow up

This little girl had to grow up before they started throwing stones . and now that she is up, she runs, but after running; you want to fly.

She wants to stop running- she wants to fly.

But she can’t fly….

A bird speaks to her,

tells her to follow him

The bird begs her to follow, she watches him fly and she longs to join him.

How long will it be,

I hate to say this…

But do you know how everyone is dying for a movie relationship??

Well once you have one, you would love to run back to your imperfect relationship. There is nothing wrong with one of those. At least you get to see them and even though you fight and he sleeps on the couch for the night. The next day you make him dinner to make up for it.

Even if he doesn’t live with you…

You ignore the messages, you cry alone in bed, you avoids him at school. But then he says, “I’m sorry.” And everything is fine.

It’s a fucked up life you have

But it’s perfect in an imperfect way.

I have a relationship like a movie…

And I rather have a normal one.

I’m 16 and in love with a guy who just left for the Air Force.

I won’t see him in forever.. Or hear from him every day like a usual couple.

And just like the movies he will come back some day and we will get married and be happy.

And even though I want that, I just wish I didn’t have to miss him so terribly…

Like Dear John, The Notebook, and all those other stupid movies.

Be happy you can call him, say I love you every day, and even  argue for a bit.



January 13, 2012

What do you do…
When your heart is torn in two.
When you want to follow your heart,
but your brain isn’t letting you make a start.

What do you do…
When your heart is torn in two
follow the ways of the wise
or go down a path of what could be my demise

What do you do…
When your heart is torn in two
continue in a life from the past
or have a love that will forever last.

What do you do…
When your heart is torn in two
settle down your growing fears
or fight for what you love for many years.

What do you do…



A Moment….

A Moment…
You cherish it, and once you cherish it-
it disappears.


A Moment…
Delicate as a butterfly,
time goes by
and nothing is as special as that moment.

A Moment…
When it is gone, you miss it.
Your soul aches at the absence
of that feeling you had when you were in that moment.

A Moment…
Could be a smile-
A flash of white teeth
directed your way,
then it’s gone.


A Moment…
Could be the look in your eyes,
there is something there-
and not one of you denies
that there is something special.

A Moment…
The moment before a kiss.
Staring deep into one another’s soul,
and when your soft lips meet his-
The moment rushes by
you break apart feeling the blood rush to your head.


A Moment…
Then there are missed moments.
When her back was faced to you,
you could have said “I love you.”
Only to never see her face again,
Because you missed the moment.

Missed moments are the worse,
Instead of the dull ache of a loved memory,
You have an empty hole of a lost opportunity.

Never miss a Moment…


Copyright 2012

July 26, 2012

Here is another poem describing how I feel at the moment…

Afraid To Lose you~ Esther Brincat


Why am I so fearful?

I wonder what you think of me nightly,

In love, they say to be careful,

But the thought of losing you is frightening.

Why am I afraid?

I want to step out and trust you,

But if I do, will our love fade?

or will it grow stronger, and turn into something new.

Why am I shaking?

I’m afraid of what you will say,

If you see the weird, wacky me.

I don’t want you to think I’m faking,

I want you to be okay

With the weird wacky me

I don’t want you to walk away

When you see that side of me.

Why am I scared to lose you?

You mean so much to me…

I never thought it would get this way

So when you see all of me,

Babe, what will you say?


Do You See Us?

Do You See Us? By Esther Brincat

Do you see us?
Standing together under a starry sky
you tilting my head up
and even though I’m shy,
I look you in the eye.

Do you see us?
you bend down to kiss me,
and when we kiss,
with the moon as our company,
the stars shine in our bliss.

Do you see us?
dropping me off on the driveway
kissing me goodnight
I stand on my tiptoes in my red beret
to reach your lips to finish the day.

Do you see us?
Falling asleep in your arms
I sleep in peace,
because I know you will protect me from harm
and throughout the night you never release, me.

Do you see us?
Teaching me your world, showing me your life
I swear I will love you- with no fear,
no hurt- no pain- no strife

Do you see us?
Because I see it,
I fall asleep alone-
Just wishing you were by my side.
Do you see us?


What I Want…

What I want to hear from you,
Is that you will always hold me up,
And you will never let me go.

And if I cry and swear to leave,
You will grab my hand as I turn
Kiss me on the lips
And beg me to stay.

What I need from you is to love me,
To shun me from those harsh words,
And for you to rock me to sleep,
As I sit in your lap and we count the stars.

I want you to miss me-
And when you look at the starry sky-
You will think of me.
As often as I think of you.

I want you to want me-
To want me to run up to you and hug you
To grab your hand just to feel how string it feels in mine.
To stand on my tiptoes to kiss your cheek.

I want to see your smile-
I want to see your eyes sparkle
When I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you to me.

I need you to love me
As much as I love you.





The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game

By Esther Brincat

It is called The Waiting Game,
They take who you love
And point the finger towards you to blame,
They take who you love.

They call it The Waiting Game,
Men and women play it,
From your heart, they pick a name
And your heart skips a bit.

One man played it for fourteen years,
After getting tricked and deceived
After many nights filled with tears
He finally won her, he finally achieved.

They call it The Waiting Game
They separate lovers from the heart
A relationship that used to once be tame-
Ruined what they used to have in the start.

A girl waited for decades
Making mistake upon mistake along the way,
Her heart felt like a grenade,
Those mistakes made her pay.

Not everyone wins in The Waiting Game,
Some lose hope and quit,
Their lives are never the same
Breaking her heart and throwing it in a pit.

A rare few win The Waiting Game,
Lovers love even though they are apart
Keeping that old flame,
Their love lighting a spark,

When you’re in The Waiting Game
You have to keep fighting
And yet no one is the same,
You have to keep trying.

They will destroy your soul
Rape your mind,
Stop you from reaching your goal
The only thing that is on your mind.

Stay strong in The Waiting Game,
Wait things out,
Don’t reach the point of shame
Never have doubt
Never let them win
The Waiting Game.