Some days

Some days I'm ok with me
Some days I'm not

Some days I think I look hideous
Some days I think I'm hot

Some days I'm sought after and clever
Some days loneliness goes on forever

Some days I'm the one who saves the day
Some days I am trouble all the way

Some days I'm revered and loved
Some days I'm hated and a royal bitch

Some days I feel i can conquer the world
Some days its like im looking up from the bottom of a ditch

Some days I'm content and happy
Some days I'm sentimental and quite sappy

Some days I feel like I'm livin the dream
Some days I feel like I'm coming apart at the seams

In all of these some days...far from perfect I may be
But every day I promise... You get what you see.



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Our youth slipped by so quickly
Quietly , scarcely noticed
Like the releasing of a breath
Half way to the other plane
We'll fail to notice
Until impending death
Time is now not someday
Leaking like a sieve
Decay only kept at bay
Regret follows sorrow
Reapers wailing brothers
Crying out for redemptions touch
Forsaking all others
Unrealized dreams Vanished happiness
Ripped apart at the seams
Rebirth a drop of watery tears
Substance dormant in a grain of sand.
Absolution's slippery hand
Cry out........live.
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Silence darkness
Motions slow
Breath upon my chest
Beating hearts deafening
Resonating realizations
Things that were
Things that are to come
Worries dissipate
Passion assumes command
Lovers entwine
Leaving titillating memories
Carries us
Our aged years easier

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Ugly and wretched horrible is my soul

What is wrong what is right

It's so hard to know.

The blackness inside me manifest
Externally

My body just as hideous terrible for anyone to see.

Wearing a mask that grows heavier every day
Disgusted at my reflection come what may.

No empathy from the devil I cry out for divine intervention

Do the Angels Bring my message
Am I worth a mention?

Beauty may have escaped me
I'll continue to don my mask

To suffer this way in life
May well be my task.


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