April Fool

Originally written 2/29/2012 with the exception of edits.

 



 

Why are you considered an angel

When you are just an April Fool?

Why am I consistently outcast,

And why do people think that you are actually cool?

I can see right through you

You self-fulfilling curse

To me you are the worst kind of expletive

Too bad to write in this verse

 

What is it that people see

Behind your disgusting face?

Maybe it is just me,

But I consider you a total disgrace

If you are considered a lady

Then I am ashamed to be what you are

I try so hard to be classy

A woman that people will respect

But apparently they like what you have to offer

Which means they like nothing, I guess

Well, if that's what they like

I suppose I have nothing to give

I am way more complex than that

I am not an easy enough catch for them

Well, let me tell you, angel

You may think you have it all now

But when I am alone at night

I may be lonely, but I am proud

And you are just a fallen angel

Ugly, broken, alone

 

 

 

 

 

Graphic found on:  www.weheartit.com

Angel of the Winter

Originally written:  February 29, 2012 (with the exception of edits).

 

 

Look beneath the surface

You might like what you see

If you look beneath the surface

Maybe you'll see me

 

Look beneath the surface

Maybe you'll see her

If you look beneath the surface

You'll see her sickness has no cure

 

I laugh, ask myself, "Who am I kidding?"
When all you seem to see

Is an Angel of the Winter

Yet you fail to see me

 

I beg you to look beneath the surface

This is my only plea

If you look beneath the surface

Maybe you will see; there are more than a million "hers", and only one little "me".

 

 

 

 

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Commatose.

A multitude of wise people have said,

"Don't trust anyone but yourself."

What they don't tell you is,,,

sometimes you can't even trust yourself.

Little Things

 

I am not sure who took this photo, or who edited it.  The only thing I know is that I found it on Tumblr, and it seemed to fit my feelings about life so well.  I don't need a big house.  I don't need millions of dollars to be happy.  I need love to be happy - not just the love of a person, but the things I love in life, surrounding me.  I need to watch funny videos on Youtube, to feed ducks in the park, to finish a book, to look through old photo albums, to eat pizza and not care how many calories I am ingesting into my body.  I would rather be starving to death doing something I love, than bored to death doing something I hate.