WaitingI sit in the ground curled and hiddingWaiting to growwaiting to showThe beauty that lies withinFeeling like I will never winI know that I am a dark beautyDecadant deviant and moodyI love My painI love the storms and the rainCause in it I find the wordsCause in it I find the cordsCause in it I find the pigmentsCause in it I find the figmentsThat leads to the gothic worldThat surounds This quiet girlIt is how I find the wayTo show My light, My love, My wayOf living, loving , learning , turning and changeYes I seem twisted dark and derrangedBut look deeper and You will see moreBut can You look before fear
ReflectionLights dance through the nightSkimming around me in flightReaching for the colors that shimmerLoves just a gimmera reflection on the surface of the waterEach time that I reach it ripples fartherFrom my finger tipsStruggling to come to grips
ListeningSilken threads whisper and bindTouches softly given words spoken kindlistening is not hearinghearing is not listeningConfusion reignswhen one knows not what things...were meantMissing tones, things sound convientit was once said that we see things as we areNot as things realy arePatience and guidance neededbefore things get to farBut warnings are not always heededand things get lost..alone in the darkness..Whats the cost?when we cant offer forgiveness?
Dream WalkerSlowly The Man began walking away from his home, kicking a pebble down an old path. The Man started to mumble to himself, "Why is it that I never have time to myself? Do this Do that". The Man kicking another sparkly stone with the tip of his shoe as the path wound around a corner.The sun was beginning to shine warmly. The air was fresh and cool that fine spring morning. "Why can't they just leave me alone!" The Man snapped loudly to himself.A breeze roused a flock of butterflies, the massive wave of colors rose in a cascade like a waking rainbow, from the filed of bright wildflowers in the field. "Would you get this, Could you get that?
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