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Thursday, February 23, 2006


   Poems..i guess, idk nor do i care...
Smiles

What is in a smile,
but a fesaude to hide behind.
No one smiles for what they really feel,
But smile for others, less they be thought in trouble.
There is no true smile, for noone is immune.
Pain, hurt, lonelyness, guilt, we all hide with a smile.
A smile, a smile,
how much a lie it is.
For truth be known whould make us consence of what truly lies below.
We try with a smile to bring up sprits
though some it works, others bring contempt.
A smile is a smile, truly a lie to all.

Of books, and hearing.

A past, a future, truly a thing read in books,
what farce they are, for nothing determins what.
Of pain turned good, a lie in itself for pain is all that remains.
So lies lies lies, noone tells the truth.
Stories made happy, or stories that are, nothing true comes from a book. To read only to learn what crap ones world begets. To hear only the falsehood that one spews apon this world.
So to read, to write, to hear...all but sugery coated lies, so one feels good.

I know kinda dark, but thats just how it is. To try and change it, for anyone, only brings things to an end.
K, hope you liked, and yes i am dark, but i do have a little light, though dim.

Ltrs Days,
Cycon




You Were An Owl



You are stealthy and secretive - no one knows the true you.

You are a seeker of freedom, and you are comfortable with your dark side.


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