Lies Liar liar pants on fire used to mean so much. When we were kids it was fun to lie just to see the reactions. But when you get older its the main attraction. It's not funny anymore it's actually quite sad. Just think of the reactions from your mom and dad. Lying is okay to a certain extent but can be taken out of hand. Some can be rumor which I can't stand. Which hurt people. But also the lier

I Am Me Who am I? For I know not. The personality characteristic I have forgot. Am I a person that most people want to be? Or something greater originally me. Me in my own self lies. Sometimes it is just me myself and I. But I can't describe. Something so simple something so free. Or something better originally me. So don't try to hurt me or bring me down. I won't cry or yell or even frown. I'll stay put. As still as a tree because I am great. Or something greater originally me.

Sink. Sinking. Sinking. Lower and lower. Far the down I go. Under the surface of the water. Swallowed by the waves of the sea. Is it just me? The one and only. By myself? In the center of the ocean. Just waiting. Will anyone find me? Or am I left here to drown. That is when I woke up. Aren't dreams a questionable thing?

Snowfall Snow falling down just as it melts on my barred skin, I think. What is it like? To be a snowflake. Falling. Falling. Until melted. Free. Until the end.