liar, liar, pants on fire.....

I am a liar.
I lie to family.
I lie to friends.
I lie to strangers.
I also lie to myself.
Who I am on the inside and Who I appear to be.....are two different people and..... I fool myself  constantly.

my thoughts?......perhaps.

A strange day i see before me
a cool chill in the breeze
I sit in the house in the tree
I am cold but I do not freeze


green is all around me
the leaves, they do not brown
in this chill air I am free
I myself can no one own


I feel cold but inside I'm warm
all the sudden the air is cool
and yet I've no alarm
the air is not so cruel


I write this poem not for attraction
it gives me peace and calm
I sound silly with my creation
and I write it not as a psalm


to those who watch
I do not appear deep
but my secrets, I clench
and my secrets, I keep


I appear a studious person
writing, perhaps, an essay
I have a different reason
for saying what I say


it is, dare I call it rain?
no, it is a sufficient mist
I feel it now and it gives no pain
we, together, form a sacred tryst


the rain is not my enemy
rather, my long time friend
the sound itself is a melody
I hope it will never end

do you ever feel like you don't belong?

 

I took the Decade Quiz and got "The 1920s"!

The 1920s

You are best suited for a time when things were simpler, and the world seemed exciting and new. Well, except forthat who Great Depression thing. So, put on your flapperdress or snazziest suit, and head out to the local speakeasy. Okay, okay, the bar down the street.

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