I look into a mirror That beyond it I see Someone looking back That I've always called me. They may not be pretty Or not always shine. But underneath can be A real different find. The ocean waves They have called their eyes, Are the very things That have taken the lies. Yet pain and suffering Is how they feel But they look for an answer That can hopefully heal. They see their future And their past Straight through The reflective glass.

I Have Another Choice When I hear your voice in my head, it never seems to leave. It's soothing and comforting, as to what you're saying to me. You say it will be grand and fun, as I'm holding it to my head, a .22 caliber gun. But as I'm listening to your voice, I'm thinking I have another choice. I don't need to end it yet. You're just the Demon inside. But here is one thing you should never forget, I control my #life. I can make things happen. Unlike you, you belong back in hell from where the devil has sent you. So have fun hell, as I continue to live on happy and well.

Her Purpose. We can't do anything now. It's over. We all heard the cry, but we chose to ignore it. She tried to reach us. She tried. But she fell, she fell with a purpose. Her purpose is unknown, but she tried. We all know she did. But her spirit has died. We miss her. I miss her. But I will find that purpose. And I will live it for her. ❤ You Nikki. R.I.P

Age. They say that age is just a number. But age is actually a word. Just sayin.

Alone By Edger Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy #life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.