Friday, November 30, 2012

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
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Thursday, November 29, 2012

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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Tuesday, November 27, 2012


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.

Monday, November 12, 2012

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.