just one of those days

Just one of those days
only a rut I'm in
that's all my mouth says
there's more underneath my skin.

I can't talk to people
my head won't let me
my body is careful
but my soul longs to be free.

I would fly away
if this shell would let me
I would dance on clouds
but I am not free.

Today I am dead
probably tomorrow too
I want out of this head
I want to be true.

If the world were perfect
people would see
they would respect
the real me.

The person who flies
who has grown wings
not the person that lies
hear this, it rings.

happy new year's!

That we may never forget the moments,


that we learn from our mistakes,



and that we cherish the friends that we shared them with!



Please raise a glass of something or other and toast to the the new year!

Guardian Angel

This flame that burns so bright
my candle in this dark, dark night

Please stay with me
please guide me

Never leave my side oh, friend
my constant needs attend

You gutter and you spit
I cry, for you're not lit.

change

the sky is falling.




my heart is pounding.




and i am running




away from this!



i can't breathe




i'm smothering



the walls are closing in around me




it won't go away.

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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