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the wet, salty, truth of my life

it comes unknowing what it does



it comes from my emotion

which I always try to make it stop

but it never helps them stop



wet drops the represents

both white and black

it lays on my checks

that I wear with no shame



the wet, salty, truth of my life

comes unknowing what it truly does



My tears that I cry

and I am knowing why

I do not feel happiness

or pain

for an unknowable time now

and yet they still fall



the wet truth of my life.

how did this mask

of mine become upon my face

I did not place it there

are desire to stay

yet in shall remain



like all things in my life

my life of the undeserving

unneeded and undesired



I know in a small way

why this is so

but I did nothing to do it

to keep it firmly upon my face

yet it still stays



but in all sorrow I dare not remove it

remove that what I have come such a costume to

and I fear what may lie beneath my mask of sunshine

for the mask I wear has grown

over the year of my surfing

the mask I have wore since I was a babe



with this mask upon my face

I to have been changed

with it firmly in place



now I know there is a mask on my face

I seek the person underneath

the true image of the unseen

the unwanted, and undesired



in a small why still I remember

me without the mask

the lie upon mine face

but that image fades with time

replaced by the mask

in which I hide behind



I fear the face of truth

is scared of light

being grown in shadow

most of its life



so in the end I dare

not remove the mask

though I wish and desire to

behind the mask the truth stays

only escaping through the words on this page



I stay waiting for the day

when the sun shines through

the shadows of the lies

As of now I can not say,

what I truly need

of this world,

cause even I’m unsure,

unsure of what tomorrow will bring

or what it already has,

but as I wait to see

all I know,

is I’m unknowing.



All the world today feels is

some form of regret.

I am unknowing of the regret I feel,

if I even feel regret of what is unknowing to mine eyes.

All I do is wait,

wait for a moment of

satisfaction and knowing.



I wait to hear my true name spoken,

by the one who truly cares,

in my eyes.

To speak the words I

so desperately wish and yearn to hear.



But at last I am unknowing

of whom I speak,

all I see are masks

on all hearts,

not daring to remove them.



So I wait,

in the shadows of my own heart,

unknowing of what my come,

unseeing yet knowing my own dreams,

dreams of light.

Life that waits

to never be seen

the life that writes

words never to be read

a life that sings

songs never to be heard



what a waste of life

for all are the same

in one way

it may be small

but all are alike



to know beauty

yet never see, read, or hear it

to be able to see or hear

the arts of the world

what a glories thing to behold

yet most art is never seen or heard

till there can be no more created



what a waste of magnificent

but all of it the same story

a story never written but known



to thee who waste that life

that is your own

never be scared or fearful

to show the art in which

is inside you

In the shadow where no light breaks

the unseen in known but never told

in the place where all is known and forseen

the place where i live and be

in the darkness of my minds eyes

i stay

waiting for the know to be written and saved

for all eyes to see

that is my home the world of the known

where all is seen but never told





(hint: read outload)

A pheonix dies in light and is reborn in ash

touched by fate and death's black sash



a phoenix is as magnificent as a fire and just as fierce,

your soul is what is wants to pierce



But in my life there is no fire, no light

just ash.



The only fire you will see is the one in my eyes

as i wish hopelessly



my spirit used to burn as bright as a star,

but is burnt out from being so far.



what once was grand is now long gone, forever burnt

just ash



without heat from the sun to relight my flame

i'm lost in the darkness with no one to blame



My eye's fire, now dwindling, refuses to relight

and i cant see for i'm losing my sight.



a pheonix is born of death as i will never be. Gone forever.

Just ash.