

I know you are, but what am I?Sometimes it's hard to know who we are. I personally have times when I look in the mirror and think "That can't be me. There's no way this is what I've become". I'm not just talking about the actual reflection. It's those looks that I get sometimes. When I see something in my eyes that I knew was there but didn't understand; those things that are who I am. Maybe they are my low points. Maybe they are my weaknesses. It matters not, for that is part of me. Those stupid moments when it feels like time is going by so fast and I am just here. I'm breathing, I'm existing, but how am I living? What am I doing to better myself or my world around me?I know you are, but what am I?


Unmasking an AngelBeneath the lies that cover All the pain that is held deep An angel is in hiding And in shadows she will weepUnmasking an Angel
Her cries cannot be silenced For this fire is never quenched Hidden and long forgotten Like an all star that was benched
Her wings are torn and tattered
And will never fly again Unfathomable sorrow Is her captor's greatest friend
Sometimes there is just a glimpse Of humanity inside The flash of weakness is seen And caught in tear-stained eyes
A cloud will shadow sun rays Trees can conceal a lake But
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I laugh in the face of Death! ... Maybe not laugh...more like a quiet snicker. And I wouldn't do it directly in Death's face, so it's more like a quiet snicker behind Death's back.
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I do not like green eggs and ham...
Satin
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I laugh in the face of Death! ... Maybe not laugh...more like a quiet snicker. And I wouldn't do it directly in Death's face, so it's more like a quiet snicker behind Death's back.
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