Poetry-Still from from the oven!
* at begining of poem = not yet finished/needs editing
Faceless in a mirror
I cannot recognize myself
I don't know who I am
Maybe I'm someone else

But still I keep on searching
Along this going nowhere path
It's almost like I'm lost
But I know just where I'm at

Years and years of nothing
Look back through empty eyes
A past full of the known
A past that's full of lies

Maybe I'm from the furture
Or maybe it's the past
Always hoping that the next day
Won't always mimic the last

Everyday's the same
It's the same for everyone
Everything you think or do
Has earlier been done

If we are all different
Aren't we all the same
History repeats itself
Just people with different names
*My Destiny
I once came upon a house
Upon an abandoned path
My name was on the door
But I couldn't recall it from my past
Cautiusly I climed the steps
And placed my hand upon the door
Silently it opened
Eager to show me more
I began to climb the stairs
Waiting for them to creak
But quickly I began to stumble
As the steps began to speak
They told me the end of the hall
Was where I needed to be
After the light would answer me
An answer I would soon need
Above my head a light turned bright
Revealing the hall I was destined
Before I could begin my walk
I was already to the ending
The door was made of wood
And it felt warm against my skin
A note upon the entrance said
"A word of caution before you begin,
Inside lays your future
There is nothing of the past
Behind the doors are always fading
So make your decision fast!"
Not wanting to waste more time
I stepped on through the door
And laid my eyes upon
Three doors plus one more
Each was a different color
And each one said the same
"Make your decision wisely-
You future's not a game."
One red and one white
One green and one blue
I stood in the center
And thought of which to choose
The colors all meant nothing to me
How was I to know which was right?
I knew my time was running out
So I ran straight to the White
Beyond the door was misty
My future had begun to fade
So quickly I started running
I feared I was too late
I made it past the fog
What I saw scared me stiff
I hadn't seen where I was running
I stopped at the edge of a looming cliff
Below I saw myself falling
Screaming for someone to save me
I leaped into the darkness
And knew this was my destiny
     My Own Worst Enemy
She can smell my silent movements
She waits among a shadow
Stalking till her moment comes
Fear makes my breathing shallow
Still she hears me sneaking
Trying for the gettaway
It's then I see her coming
Wuickly I start to pray
"Save me from this demon,
She'll take my soul from me
She'll cast it to the dungeons
And never set it free!"
Before my prayer soars to heaven
She snatches them it from my lips
I see my words upon her palms
Trapped by her finger tips
It's then I look into her eyes
and recognize who I see
She is my only destined foe
My own worst enemy is me
Father Time
Father time condems me
With his slowly moving hands
Hourglass figure eight
He's leasurly eating the sands

Careless of my waiting
Prisoner in a moment
Freeze frame never ending
He laughs at this still torment

No matter how fast I run
In the same place I am sustained
Can't look forward or behind
Right now is where I remain
*Call it magnatism
A force beyond your grip
Call it lust
A desire you can't resist
Call it passion
A feeling-You need it now!
Call it urges
A yearning-You don't know how

Call it anything you want
And want it all the time
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