Am I?

Are you who you want to be?

What kind of question is that? 

Something I've never thought about. 

I've always known who I've wanted be years from now. 

But I've never asked myself :Am I living the life I want to live? 

Will defiantly pray about this one.

Blog reVIVED

(I abandoned this blog for a little while,but I'm back, with more short poetry. Below is a piece of a song for a story I'm writing)

With a fling of the hand, set the old ablaze

With a nod of the head wash the flames away

With a swing of the legs clear away the ash

With a cross of the arms make new Earth at last.

That's what you do to make new Earth

heard

When I open my mouth to speak

And no words are coming out

I am scolded for my rudeness

Yelled at for my loss of words

When I speak and words come out

But they do not sound like they should

I am stared at, briefly

And then left alone again

When I speak, and I am heard

I think This is what I want

Sometimes, all I want

Is to be listened to...

hazy...

Around

My whole day spins

I'm tired

So leave me alone

And don't talk to me

Those are my thoughts, sometimes

Today, my wish nearly came true on the wrong day

None of the guys talk to me...

At least, the ones I want to talk to

But I tell myself what I told everyone else:

"I don't like anyone. I don't need guy's approval. It's a waste of time"

I've never had so much trouble believing my own words...