OF HIDING

dingAlmost everyone at some point in their life has played hide and seek,

Whether young or old we hide and then we peek.
We hide and wait to see if someone is looking,
We hide and wait to see if someone will look IN.

We hide behind many things,
Some hide behind their bling and rings.
Others hide behind their work,
Afraid of the things which outside it lurk.

Many hide behind their art,
Afraid the world will see their warts.
I hide behind my words,
Afraid to show myself to the world.

My pieces portray the feelings in me awakened,
And allow me to face the world naked.
Surety of which me the world sees is not certain,
Which me do they see when i pull back the curtain?

I would show myself in my bare essence,
But I fear the world’s prone to prejudice.
I can’t fashion in them, about; me an opinion,
But my words can show them enough of me to have options.

My words portray a human being,
Fallible, frail, and capable of great feeling.
They show ME and say what I dare not,
They share my dreams and my thoughts.

Almost everyone at some point in their life has played hide and seek,
But this does not at all make man weak.
Harbouring parts of ourselves lends us depth,
Indeed our secrets maybe deemed our most treasured wealth.

 

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TALES OF A SERIAL CRUSHIST

So i said i’d enlighten you about the serial crushist. Well here’s a mini profile:

• A serial crushist could be anyone around
• She’s the sort of girl that, as the title suggests, has crushes frequently. Sometimes she has mutiple crushes at a time.
• She usually isn’t a fan of Cupid lol

      *******Musings*********

Serial Crushist

Here i go again

falling.

cupid will you please stop stabbing me with your damn arrow!!

Fine, if you must, stab me

but only if you promise to stab him too.

if not i’m gonna get this same arrow and stab you with it.

lets see how you like it;

feeling your heart race at a single glance.

i want to see you how you’ll handle it

when your crush is the first thing on your mind when you wake

at the centre of every decision you make.

Please Cupid,

grant me some mercy!!

Let me not get worked up over one kiss

I really don’;t want to fall again.

i don’t like your potion’s side effects;

I don’t like the googly eyes i’ll give him every time he’s near me.

I don’t like how i turn to mush

and babble endlessly about nothing at all.

i don’t want to fall for him;

to have my resolve out the window as it did for all the others.

Cupid try to be fair

give him a sip from the cup of love.

Let this not be one sided,

My heart couldn’t bear it.

If its a crush let it be mutual,

mutual falling and mutual fading.

That way no one gets hurt.

Prove me wrong Cupid,

show me you aren’t just a sad little man in a diaper,

cranky because he needs a change

and so you shoot love arrows at people to make yourself feel better.

Stop poking me Cupid,

if you aren’t going to poke him too.

. . . . . .Here he comes…….

Ouch!!!

I’m falling again!!!

 

 

 

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THE WHITE LILY SPEAKS

Welcome to the mind of the White Lily.

It’s warped and sometimes morbid but generally worth peeking into.  =)

Inside you will find accounts of a serial crushist, accounts of a raging poet and life through the lens of photographer.

I am a lover of words, of STAR WARS, comic books, the nerd life and other weird things =)