Intro For Business Report

(Don't ask, I thought it was pretty sounding.)

Back to the time of the pharaohs. When the sphinx watched over all of Egypt with a kind but regal stare. When life was simple but grand, and the Nile was worshipped because of the life it gave.

A bleary morning...

It was a dull, grey morning, made all the more dull by my bleary eyes. I literally fell out of bed, changed into my damp swimsuit, and walked out of the cabin. I stood there, freezing cold, and waited for the diving tower to be opened.

The last thing I remember was a sudden push..falling into an ice cold lake, and struggling against the the frigid hands that were pulling me down.

Untitled (old poem)

it's odd
how i have
so many people
who love me..
but yet,
through all the support,
through all the helping hands,
trying to help me over life's obstacles.

it's apparent that
real happiness
evades me,
and will forever more.

life's experiences are all interpreted differently,
all seen different in the eye of the beholder.

what i say,
perhaps may help,
for a while,
give you a boost,
but in the end,
will hurt you...
more than you were before.

so,
i wear these masks,
day by day...
week by week....
year by year...
some of them smiling,
some with tears,
and i wait.

...for the day i don't have to pretend..

Cold

I have been touched by the hand of Death
So cold
I have been alone and forgotten
So cold
I have seen the ones I love destroyed
So cold
I have watched torture, but made no move to stop it
So cold
I have knowledge that will simply go to waste
So cold
I have sat, listened, and nodded, pretending that I actually cared
So cold
I have done things of which I'm ashamed
So cold
I have felt that I am worthless
So cold
I have known that I am worthless
So cold
I am worthless

Goodbye

Longing (from her view)

She remembered when they had first talked.
How her heart sped up,
and how easily she smiled when they were
together.
this amazing love..

She was the one who had pushed him away,
Why would she want him back?
He was a reject,
He had hurt her,
Made her cry countless tears.
He didn't even know how much he had done.

His cruelty,
Harsh words.
His weak apologies.
The way she cried so easily
when she thought about
him.

Untitled

How can I write,
With so much going on.
How can I live with everything
so drawn.
My life is not my own.
Look at me,
Notice how I've grown.

This pain is not mine,
Nor is it yours.
How I scream and scream,
Behind closed doors.
You ask me questions,
I answer no.
Spread your wings
and off you go...

Golden

Sun through the leaves,
green mist,
ever so slightly tinged
with the gold of the sun after shower.
Rain droplets hang
from the dampened leaves,
glittering like delicate diamonds.
Ever so precious.
Yet so fragile.
Slipping through your fingers,
and crashing to the ground.