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

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September 10, 2012

I wish I could fly,
fly high into the skies
No one can see me cry.
If I could soar into the skies,
My tears would fall-
on to the Earth
my tears become rain
my pain, flooding the Earth.

I wish I could fly,
fly high into the skies
No one will see my cry.
I will sit on the clouds
and watch people walking by
they can’t see me up in the sky.

I wish I could fly
fly high into the skies
no one will see me cry.
See that I’m dying inside-
See me take a deep breath and sigh,
I’ll fly until I will touch the stars

I wish I could fly,
fly high into the skies
no one can see me cry.
See that a part of me wants to die
Down there, my tears are a weakness,
no one can see that I am a mess,
Outside I smile and lie
Saying I am fine.

I wish I could fly,
fly high into the skies
no one will see me cry
I feel the wind rushing down my back
While soaring I close my eyes
and something in me dies.

Copyright, Esther Star 2012

How Do We Tell Them?

How Do We Tell Them ~ Esther Brincat

How do you tell your mother,
That you hate your father,
How do you tell her,
That your thoughts are a blur,
And how can you tell your mother
That you want to kill your father.

How can you tell your father,
That you miss him,
But you don’t want to be a bother,
And he’s a thousand miles away,
But all you want is for him to stay.

How can’t you tell your parents,
That you want to run away,
But you know they need you,
And so that fantasy fades,
Because they can’t live without you.

How do you tell your lover,
That what he sees is just a cover
You want him to see the real you,
But your afraid that he will hurt you too.

How do you tell the world,
That you want it to change,
To stop being so cold,
And treating us like we are so strange.

How do you tell your girl,
That you will be gone for five years,
And you want her to wait,
Even though you know there will be tears.

How can you tell your baby,
That you are leaving her,
And that maybe, just maybe,
One day things will be the way they were.

How do you tell your little girl,
That daddy isn’t here anymore
That he wont see you twirl,
In your wedding dress,
How can you tell someone who’s four,
That he won’t give you away,
To the man who will be with you,
For the rest of your days.

How can you tell your family,
That you won’t be around for long,
You want them to just wait and see,
Things will get better,
To not mourn because it feels wrong,

How can you tell your father,
To leave you,
Because you don’t want him around
To break your heart in two
For him to keep hurting you.
Because he drags your soul to the ground.
You want him to leave,
And never come back.

How can you tell society,
To leave us alone
They want us to believe in their own deity,
And we get in trouble because they don’t like our tone,
Our voices cry out to get noticed,
By the people who don’t care about us.
How can you tell them,
To stop trying to make us normal,
They want us to be the same gem,
To be more quiet, be more formal.

How can we tell them,
That we have our own voices
We aren’t a fake old gem,
We make or own choices,
When will they wake up?
And hear our voices?
How do we tell them?

COPYRIGHT 2012

 

August 1, 2012

It’s raining in Vegas! 😀 I pray that it continues… I love the rain. It makes me feel fuzzy inside.

Here is a poem I wrote last night:

Do the stars hold a story?
People say that they never lie,
When you have no one to go to,
Do you look up the sky?
And find your answer in the stars,
That are scattered across the midnight blue.

Stars hold our stories,
Do they hold our answers?
They shine in our victories
And dim in our miseries.

 

Can they read our mind?
Do they feel our pains?
Do they know how to find,
The key to unlock our chains.

As a prisoner to our heart,
We find hope in the stars,
And hope one day we can make a new start,
Erasing and forgetting the old scars.

We look at the glittery sky
And hope inside that we won’t break
And burst into tears and cry
Instead we take
Our hope that the stars gave us and make a spark
Turning our dreams into reality
And we make our mark
In the lives of others.

 

And when we die
Our souls go on up into the sky
And we become stars
And we shine as bright as day
And we do our job erasing scars
Giving hope to some one down there
Who see us up here

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?

COPYRIGHT 2012

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?

COPYRIGHT 2012

June 29, 2012

I’m not a typical 16-year-old teenager.

I care about others, and not myself,

one day I want to change the world

and I want to do it with out anyone stopping me

Telling me it’s to dangerous.

I want to live my life to the fullest.

That includes taking risks-

I want to take those risks.

I don’t care about boys, makeup, and clothes.

I care about my God, my family, and my country.

Is that to strange for a teen to say?

I dream to be happy-

I dream to be an inspiration.

I want to rise from the normal crowd

and I want to be separated from the pack

Not compared to the popular.

I want them to say, “She’s different. She’s original”

I don’t want to be another star in the sky

I want to be the brightest star.

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone.

I want to remember the good

and throw away the bad.

Give good advice to others,

Without sounding like a hypocrite.

I want my family to be safe.

I want my family to be happy.

Is this too much to ask for?

Is the price too much to pay?

If it is I’ll take it.

It will be worth it.

Watching them happy will be worth it.

Watching them be pain-free.

Watching them laugh,

and telling stories.

That will be worth it.

I’m a teenager who cares.

I am stubborn.

I am hard-headed.

I am shy,

I learned to smile through the bad times,

and to always stay positive.

I’m a weird, crazy, hyper, shy, unique, quirky, smart girl.

Learn to love all of that about me.

If you can’t move on.

I was happy before you,

and I can be happy without you.

I’m 16 years old,

and I care.