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Its even stranger when u almost die and think u are dreaming....or hope like hell!
Very good. Problem is, some churches are nothing but a political entity that don't want anyone around that don't obey them or let their own go around anybody else. Like the catholic church for instance. Of course if you read the bible, you'll find...
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- At 6:35pm on November 10, 2009,
chris smith said…
- The Real Me
No one ever sees the real me
For I wear different masks
To hide this pain on my soul
Not revealing my true face
My smile hides tears of my eyes
Because I am haunted by my past
Finding I can never let it go
And put away all of my demons
My friends keep me feeling strong
Keep me feeling strong at times
Giving me the quest for having hope
I know that they will be there
But I still feel isolated and alone
Scared to show just who I am
Allow that glimmer of myself free
Because of the fear of being hurt
I will never change this soul, this heart
Loved ones of the past, shaped this man
But they are gone, their memories live on
I can feel their spirits touch me in the dark
I thought I could cope, I could forget
But the darkness of my mind comes creeping
And I feel myself still burning in the pits of Hell
I can still feel the agony of those blistering flames
The nightmares, they never leave me for long
Their cold touch still visits my soul
So I hide away and put on another mask
And pretend again, that nothing is really wrong
Because of this, I push away from the love
Because past love only pushed me away
With these scars I am forced to carry
Some I loved rubbed salt into my wounds
Nobody tries to know the man left inside
As he shares his thoughts with his words
Hiding in the fantasy of stories yet untold
Because in this secret word I feel safe
This is the world I share with you now
With so many poems and stories still to tell
Without them, I fear I would be nothing
You bless me when you come visiting to read
So I thank you more than you will ever know
You are the candle light in my darkness
And I continue to write just for your eyes
You bring the best out of this hiding man
copyright Chris Smith 10th November 2009
- At 1:59pm on October 26, 2009,
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- At 10:24am on October 26, 2009,
tray h. said…
- At 7:17pm on October 22, 2009,
INVISIBLE PILGRIM said… - Greets.....hope all is strange ....
- At 11:05am on October 21, 2009,
tray h. said…
- At 11:20am on October 20, 2009,
tray h. said…
- HELLo my STRANGE FRIEND!!!! Stoppin by to leave some DARKNESS on your page///
- At 9:42am on October 15, 2009,
tray h. said…
- I AM BACK,, I TOLD YOU I WAS COMING NOW WHERE ARE YOU GONNA HIDE////
- At 12:54pm on October 12, 2009,
tray h. said…
- At 5:53pm on October 10, 2009,
tray h. said…
- HELLo my STRANGELINGS,, yes I have been away, and I am BACK to haunt you for one night///, BEWARE!!!, for I am NEAR!!!
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- At 8:33am on October 8, 2009,
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