Many Sides of Me

I see the world before me
And I wonder-do they see me?
Does anyone see all the pieces
All the pieces that make up me?

I watch the everyday workings
The ways of everyday life
I follow my own path
That is the same for every time

I walk slowly or quickly
Depending on the day
Sometimes I’m happy and cheerful
Sometimes sadness comes my way

I listen close for every word
I ignore the hateful sound
Every day a new day it seems
Every day a new life to be found

The people who see me, do they see me?
Do they see who I really am?
No one knows, not even I know
Who the true me is. Who can?

I search through mind and memory
To see if I can find me
Is it possible that in my eyes you see
A reflection of yourself to see?

No, it isn’t possible, that such as I
Could ever hope to be
Similar to anyone
In any day or mind you may see

Some days I’m a dork and a klutz
But others might not even know
They have only seen me calm and efficient
Confident as others pass or go

Other people know me as silly and blonde
No common sense to be found
While some few know that I am not-
I am smart inside and out


Poetic, descriptive, great with words
This is what some say
But I disagree-that’s not me
I’m still silly if I may

I flit around from subject to subject
Random as the stars
When you try to talk to me
I’m in outer space or on pause

Sometimes I love, truly love
Everyone in the world
Other days I hate them all
They hurt so much-I’m curled

Curled up in a ball, hiding away
Hoping nobody notices
No one will care, it’s not like I’m there
Even when I’m going to this

This extreme, this wonder, this everything
Can’t you see my eyes wide?
For I am gone, to another idea
A place where it doesn’t hurt inside

I’m gone away, most of the day
Someone may someday know
Do you? Or you? Or you or you?
To you have I really shown?

So who is me? Truly me?
No one truly knows
For there are many sides of me
Just waiting to someday be shown

I still don’t know all of me
There is so much of me to explore
So if you can tell me who is me
I’m grateful for what you’ve given and more

I Don't Believe In Fairy Tales

Somehow
I don’t believe in fairy tales
They just don’t
Come true for me

Somehow
I’ve never believed in fairy tales
Or that wishes come true
They haven’t ever
Never ever
Come true for me

Somehow
I wish I believed in fairy tales
With princes and dreams
That really do come true

Somehow
I can’t believe in fairy tales
If I did
Maybe
Where is that prince of my dreams?

That Handsome prince
On a shining white horse
Dressed in shining armor
Like they always say

But I have to face life
And bitter reality
I have to know
That it’s only a dream

Somehow
You can see why I don’t believe in fairy tales
Where everything
Is happy-ever after

Somehow
I wish I still believed
That there’s some prince
Waiting for me

Though I know….
There isn’t one there.

So now
I still wish I believed in those fairy tales
With hope shining through dark night
But now
I know there isn’t fairy tales
It’s just a dream
A dream for such as me
Who wishes and hopes
While trying not to believe…

Scared of Cars

It's a replay inside my mind
Whenever I sit down to drive
Or even just sit in a car
It doesn't matter who you are

Who is driving, where we're going
It doesn't change, the replay not slowing
No matter who or where we are
We are still inside this car

Every curve or turn we make
I'm afraid to hit a snowbank
Just a little off the road
I'm tense and worried, for it has snowed

Snow and slush, such deadly things
Catch your car, pull it into the wings
Who will know what you could hit?
So easy to fall into this pit

Scared and nervous, wherever I go
If it's in a car, I wanna go slow
Don't put me behind the wheel
I am so nervous, I'd jump and squeal

Especially when I see a tree
It brings back every memory
I want to cry, I'm scared so bad
Just being in a car-isn't it sad?

The screams, the shouts, thoughts in my mind
I'm pleading, hoping that we don't die
Oh please oh please just let us stop
I'm feeling faint, ready to drop

Pain erupts, my chest, it hurts
I try not to cry but it doesn't work
I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused
I wish that life had some kind of pause

Everyone is worried-"are you okay?"
Obviously not, and it's back on replay
Tears do form, and I'm crying free
Won't that scene just let me be?

Every day hurting, always something new
My chest, side and my back-all hurting, it's true
Time goes by, but it all is still fresh
Weeks go by, but it all seems to mesh

It's been a month now since it all happened
Yet everything still hurts, though all of life does beckon
Emotionally and physically, pain to my core
I wish it didn't hurt, for I am very sore...

The Perfect Guy

He is sweet, kind and gentle
Loving always, and sentimental
Listening to everything you say
In that simple special way
He waits and listens when you cry
He will comfort and wipe your eyes
He listens close for your every word
And because of this you know he’s heard
He knows how to laugh and when it’s not right
He holds you close in day or night
When you are in need you know he is there
All your burdens he will try to bear
Doing everything you want to do
He knows how to make you happy too
Unselfish with all his life
He will help you at any time
No matter what he wants to help you
Just because it’s what he wants to do.
Love ever exists in his heart
Such a love we all want a part
So I am glad he is with me
He is my true love I now have seen

Where Is The Christmas Spirit?

Where is the Christmas spirit?
Wherever has it gone?
It should be there with each and every one
It should be here at home

Where is the Christmas spirit?
It is not in that awful place
Where people backstab and riot
They drive it from this place

Where is the Christmas spirit?
Can't we find it in our homes?
But people are yelling and shouting
No Christmas spirit in their tone

We must have Christmas spirit!
Will it be banned from every school?
To become "holiday spirit"
For the "politically correctness" pool?

Snowfall

Blowing, swirling, whirling fast
White and light it soon may pass
But while it is here, let us enjoy
The brightness of flurries, sing out "Oh joy!"
Floating not falling through the air
Their dance is beautiful-I stop and stare
I watch in wonder, awe and glory
To see this snow fall so slowly
As it settles in perfect form
You know the form will soon be torn
As footsteps ravage the gentle snow
It's original form will not be shown
Until again some snow will fall
It will build up to be so tall
Spinning in circles in it's dance sublime
Not one can say that "this snow is mine"
Beautiful and soft it may glide through the air
But you know that sometimes snow isn't fair
Waylaying some, or letting others go
Sometimes such beauty is a deathtrap so
Blinding some and freezing others
Snow does not care, it has no brothers
Yet it will fall in it's dance against time
It loves to float around in the air sublime
So simply it will fall, and build from the sky
For snow like us all does love to fly
We will all enjoy it while it is here
Shaping it, playing in it, in this time of year
May the simple snow bring gladness to our hearts
All lightness and joy to all other parts

Savior Divine

Oh Savior dear, oh Savior mine
I thank thee for your love divine
For your love has shown me the way
The way to see what things to say
So Savior dear I'll thank thee so
Your love causes mine to overflow
Savior divine, oh Savior dear
You've taught me to give without fear