LIFE PAINTS A PICTURE

Everyone's life is a picture,
Painted by only one person,
Life itself.
The picture shows everything you're doing,
And everything you have done.
But sometimes, Life gets tired.
And doesn't want to paint a picture.
So, Life sends problems to stop you,
If you give up, your picture is finished.
If you keep going, so does your picture.
So the question is:
How soon do you want to see your picture?
Do you want to see it now?
When it could be so much more?
Or later, when there's so much more than before?
It's your choice,

I'll keep going.

MY MASK

I hide behind a mask
You can't see my face
Looking at first glance
I'm in a happy place
The truth is, that's a lie
But you can't really tell
that in the back of my mind
I think the world should rot in hell
What's the point of living
If we are all going to die
What's the point of being happy
If in the end we're going to cry
But this is something no one sees
This is something no one knows
And yet deep inside of me
This feeling of hatred grows
So even though this mask reveals a happy side of me,
I use the mask as a shield to look at what others can never see.

As A Little Girl

remember those dresses
going off to church
couldn’t make messes
edge of seat did perch.

remember being sick
when you couldn’t play
clock slowly tick
parents would pray.

remember the school
learning brought joy
felt like a fool
first kissed a boy.

remember the night
thunder did boom
daddy held you tight
there in your room.

remember having fun
no knowledge at all
that to be in the sun
would lead to downfall.

I remember a girl
so pure and sweet
her life yet to unfurl
the world at her feet.

Faces Of Evil

Faces in the water and trees grow bare
I sit silently dying wondering why you're not there
The watery grave grows shallow with fears
Draining away from my face all you see is tears
The water is disturbed with thoughts of you
I remember your eyes so blue
Your smile brightened up every ones day
But there in peace you will lay
Your bones will wear away but I'll always remember
That cold day the 4th of December
Faces reach out of the water and the trees aren't there
Ravens circle and shadows dance with such a bright glare
The arms of the beast crown from the grave
As the heroes slice him so brave
The water dries up
The faces rise up
The puddle is gone
But not for long
The puddle is deep
With secrets it had to keep
Faces in the water are no more
Shut and lock the unclosed door