No One Can Own Your Soul

I live in the land of the poofy bangs. I would move but the mermaids will just drag me back into the ocean. BEHOLD! More inturdweb banality for you to peruse.

I Am Not Afraid

I wake with the ghosts
Of a life hard lived
I smile and start my day
I am not afraid.

I know they think
So very little of me
And my private pain…yet
I am not afraid.

I walk through ashes
and breathe in shuddered breaths
As I hear the earth screaming away
I am not afraid.

I see their faces
full of anger and dismay
I listen to their words awhile..but
I am not afraid.

I know some may dig
Pull apart and try to find
Those demons I locked away
I am not afraid.

I was a catalyst for change
I helped history be made
And, I am not ashamed
I am not afraid.

The sycophant sorrow
Has finally been delayed
Its hunger abated and stayed
I am not afraid.

Years lost in a hazy maze
Of confusion and charade
Are nothing but a memory serenade
I am not afraid.

The sadness that held me
Has long over stayed
Now I laugh in the face of its wicked tirade
I am not afraid.

For the first time in my life
I am not afraid.

Ok, the news lately has started to unsettle me just a bit. Time to update the Zombie Apocalypse kit.

From the doorway
I saw into your soul
I tried to look away
But, still I saw the hole
Your eyes glistened slightly
as you realized what I had done
and although I smiled brightly
you turned around to run
I followed you
down the path
and to
the place where you hid your wrath.
                                          It was then I knew.
You didn’t need a savior
or any help from me
To rid you of any behavior
or tell you who to be.
I watched you walk down to the shore
of the lake, crystal green
and hear as you let out a roar
that left your conscience clean
I left you there at water’s edge
to find your own place
but I would never be able to allege
that I could forget your face.

From the doorway

I saw into your soul

I tried to look away

But, still I saw the hole

Your eyes glistened slightly

as you realized what I had done

and although I smiled brightly

you turned around to run

I followed you

down the path

and to

the place where you hid your wrath.

                                          It was then I knew.

You didn’t need a savior

or any help from me

To rid you of any behavior

or tell you who to be.

I watched you walk down to the shore

of the lake, crystal green

and hear as you let out a roar

that left your conscience clean

I left you there at water’s edge

to find your own place

but I would never be able to allege

that I could forget your face.

ivomit-verses asked: I think you're a weirdo .. But not in a bad way, in a unique way .. Your eyes catch the unusual and your pen writes the unimaginable .. Maybe a little darkness in you, quiet, peaceful, friendly .. *shrugs* .. That's what I think about you when I look at you page ..

Well, it’s good to know it’s not in a bad way, LOL. Interesting, thanks :)

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