The mask I wear is getting heavy...
It is weary...I carry it everyday as I watch you move.
I see you in the photograph through the eyes of my mask and see no other.
I remove my mask.
For a moment, I can lift my head. I can stare and take you in. Your beauty makes me speechless.
I hear a noise outside...my mask goes on again.
The mask I wear is getting heavy...
It is weary...
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
"Days" by Meghan Abell
Dark days have passed into shiny days ahead
That sparkle in the eye of the beholder'
That sparkle in the eye of the beholder'
Today I Give Thanks - By Christa
Today I give thanks for the things I have. Thanks for the
small things, the large things and the annoying things that show me I am still
human.
Today I give thanks for my family. Thanks for those who are
with me and those who have passed on and are here in our hearts and souls.
Today I give thanks for my abilities. Thanks for the
abilities I know about and those I have yet to discover and the joy of finally
finding them.
Today I give thanks for the food on my table. Thanks for the
nutrients and the strength it gives.
Today I give thanks for the days I have lived. Thanks for
today, yesterday and the wishful tomorrows of my future.
Today I give thanks to the Lord above. Thanks for providing
for me and carrying me when I felt I couldn’t go on anymore.
Today I give thanks for the roof over my head. Thanks for
protecting me from the wind and cold and the knowledge I have somewhere to go.
Today I give thanks for the things I have.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
A Poem- By No One....
I am a simple soul...
If I like you, I will give you my time. If not, I think you
are fake and not worthy of engaging.
I am black and white...
If you say you will do something, I expect you to do it.
I am bruised...
I am not mortally wounded. I will recover, but I need you to
show me it is time to heal.
I am a wall...
If you try to break it down, without permission, you will
fail.
I am a lover...
I am your fantasy, but outward appearances are mirages of
treasure.
I am a loser...
I have lost faith in man, in government and in life. I have
yet to lose faith in God.
I am a simple soul...
I am rich and don’t want the money. I am popular and weed
out the true ones. I am human and I have compassion. I am strong and long to
cry. I am dark and search for light. I am love and need peace. I only let my
soul be heard when I drink. I am you.
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