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| Pale-Faced Sadness
You were so elegantly formal Bluntly distant I didn�t know And I still don�t know What to say to you I am hurt That you choose to be this way Feels like you are breaking up with me A friendship I fought so hard to preserve Because you assured it a possibility But now I know I should have gone� With my gut What happened to the words we shared? Can they be so easily forgotten? I cannot forget How much I respect you And the friendship we have But in the mirror I am looking into You seem to have forgotten And made this by force of will How much I respected you And the friendship we had Once upon a time November 4th, 2004 |
| Muddy Feet I haven�t wanted to spend too much time here in the corner With only myself to talk to With no distractions, not depression, not my boyfriend, Not even how I�m going to get through life as me Who am I anyway? I thought I knew once but then things changed I lost my vision and thus lost my courage Not everybody does, I know, but I did I know part of why this is Too many people telling me I can�t do this Or that I can�t do that Too many people betraying me In times of need But why can�t I tell myself I can And that be good enough for me? Because I am stuck in this corner That is not a corner but a puddle of mud I can see a bridge just beyond this puddle of mud The bridge is stable I know The path to finding who I am The path to making myself into who I want to be Because I am afraid of the mud: I hate the mud I will not admit it to most And only recently did I admit to my boyfriend I will not date others who have lived Taking their monster trucks through the mud That I now sit in. Because I am afraid of the mud: Because I hate the mud Because of it I can no longer be Who I once was Easily mistaken for normal November 4th, 2004 |
| Call it what you will, but please keep it to yourself. No matter how bad I might think this in a year, or how brilliant I might think it now, this is mine so please let it be. |
| I am Strong I will not let my vision get in the way of my confidence. I am exciting. |
| The only person I want is you
Yet You are not worthy of want How fair is it to judge me Internal affairs is the harshest court How can I turn from you Muse which my words dance for |
| Independance slowly being stolen
day to day suffocation anxiety friend and foe trying not to be angry struggle for fredom being brave like Odysseus cannot see what lies ahead Seven year stand-off with destiny when will I come home? |
| Faces The wind in our hair, we cry out. A longing to be free open-eyed to what dreams may come Listening to the forces within and around Let me stand naked to the world So that I may be understood Fearlessly ride like thunder under the moonlight The septor of power in my hand A thread of wisdom in my hair Triton of fear I hold Bleeding tears with eyes closed I know but I cannot accept Afraid of both past and present as paths for my life Fear of betraying The Master of my past For The Mother I hear calling my peace Torn face July 13, 2005 |