Of Opinions That Don’t Matter

A voice in the darkness calling out toward me.

A voice the beckons me home.

Or is it away from home.

It beckons none the less.

There is light in the darkness, a warmth in the cold. Continue reading Of Opinions That Don’t Matter

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The Secret Present

Secret Santa, Secret Santa, bring me my gift.

Make it so heavy that it’s hard to lift,

Wrap it in paper, stick it with a bow,secret-santa-gifts

Under the tree is where it should go.

On Christmas day, I’ll grab it up quick,

And tear open the package with just a flick,

Revealing the gift that’s hidden inside,

“Just what I wanted!” knowing I lied.

And just remember this part, don’t forget,

We all agreed on a boundary, preset,

You can’t spend more than the ten-dollar limit,

Ok, fine, spend twenty, just never admit.

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Hidden Pain

I don’t know who I am anymore,

the mirror lies to me when I look

I don’t know who I am anymore

My innocence the world took,

Huddled in a ball on the floor,

Knees pulled tightly to me,

Huddled in a ball on the floor,

Screaming out “Just let me be.”

I don’t know who I am anymore,

The masks are stripped away,

I don’t know who I am anymore,

There is nothing left to say.

Putting it Off…

There’s work to be done,

I’m very sure of that,

As I take off my coat and hang up my hat.

I sit at my desk,

I straighten my tie,

I stare at the screen and ask myself ‘Why?’

Why did I put it off,

Adding more for today?

Procrastination always gets in the way.

I don’t think I’ll finish,

Or meet my deadlines,

The boss will surely yell, the blame is all mine.

I hang my head low,

Put my palms to my face,

And pray a silent prayer and beg for some grace.

Taking a deep breath,

And holding it in.

I grab hold of my work and just… dive in.

Wrong, Right or Hurt

I don’t like being wrong,

But it hurts more to be right.

So I lie about how I feel,

As I hold you through the night.

I don’t like being right,

Knowing it hurts you to be wrong,

So I lie about what’s real,

That you can remain strong.

I don’t like being hurt,

As if right and wrong are things,

Somehow that’s become our deal,

Ever since we put on our rings.

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