Who am I?
Voices ask of me
What feat, to ever answer
For what I am?
You cannot see
Don't come with shining lanterns
I am a shadow
Ghostly pale
The light goes passing through me
My soul: Unloved,
Unseen, unheard
What's this then, right before thee?
My painted mask
It smiles, it's seen
Beneath, there hides the shadow
I dare not show
The truths of me
In darkest depths they burrow
~-~-~-~-~-!?!
Don't look!
Oh damn, my mask had moved.
No stay!
Please don't run far from me..
I know,
My face won't be approved
It scared
Most people that have seen.
~-~-~-~-~-
Come tell me:
Is there anyone,
who'd honestly stand by me?
I stopped
To hope for miracles
Now wishful heart, I set you free
There's peace
In not expecting much
No burning call for "MORE"
If given
One day, I'd receive
I'd thank thee evermore
About the Creator
竜鶴
Just a lonely person who writes out feelings, thoughts and dreams to get them out. Could talking ever suffice for a poetic mind?
Maybe others find themselves in similar thoughts. To you I reach out.
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
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