MeggieBaby

Who I am hates who I've been. I hugged closer to the cold stone wall as I watched in sheer horror while the solid ledge that once held me slowly turned to sand. My toes relished the rich, warm texture as I pondered whether I should give in. Oh how I wished to give in, to fall away with the rubble and be buried in my sandbox of lies, to be chewed up and spit out by this monster I have created. The truth is ugly, or so they think. Their noses turn upwards at the idea of the truth being excepted.  So for now I must wait until the time is right, if the time ever becomes right and keep it balled up tightly in my palm, hidden out of sight. Their

GLIMPSE I raise my eyes to yours. There is something about that look you are giving me. Behind those blue eyes you are laughing But at the same time in deep thought There is a hidden sadness behind those eyes And yet I still can't seem to figure you out Is it the laughter that is the barrier that hides the sadness and thought? Or am I mistaken If I sit and chip away long enough I bet I could break the barrier But you don't want that You want no one to notice you You want to be the faceless passer by that I knock shoulders with and don't even say sorry to I would say something but I don't want to deal with your problems

Love is Like Popcorn, It Explodes. Tis February the month of true love It heats up slowly but it soon explodes But the betrayal from the one above Fills my sunken heart with these heavy loads As soon as I'd try to move on to other He'd smile at me, like when we were in love Fell in love with a friend's older brother And forgot the betrayal from up above Yet still old loves voice lingers in my head What happened to "I'll love you forever?" But even though our love is gone and dead I will soon forget this old love never Though un-popped kernels linger in my mind This story of old love was left behind

Masquerade How many faces does regret have? There is the quiet face of a lie, the prude face of deception, the dreamy face of what could have been and the pained face of sorrow. How many faces? Too many to count. But when I look in the mirror I see them all. I want to wash it all away and find that familiar furrow but the oceans tide draws me to the island of the enemies. I am washed up onto those sandy, warm beaches and the sand whispers secrets of forgotten legacies and betrayal. The ocean tugs at my ankles and the warm wet sand caresses my cheek as it molds to my body. I could stay here forever but soon the crystal blue ocean pulls me ba