You've heard the saying that there are two sides to every story
well mine has not been told
why dose there have to be two sides to only stories
why not souls

On the outside I look like stone on the inside I feel like a puppet being controled
by the two halves of my soul

What are they you might ask
well one looks happy
but the other transforms it into woe

You see this half harbours it's dispair and transforms everything into terrible emotions
knowing that if I let go of my anger then you think all is forgiven
Well I say hell no
I will never let go

Like I said there are two sides to every story and soul
it brings me happiness that mine was finally exposed

You say that I should be ashamed of myself
Well I am only ashamed of being born
I think how easier your life would have been
If we never met
You would have not felt regret of having me
don't you see how free you would be

What is hate
Is it just like love
we think we know
but yet our feelings remain oblivious
Is hate just a stir of negative emotions
are love and hate so different
we cant live with just one you see
because in order for one to exist It has to have the other

To afraid to cry
To afraid to show you the feelings that I hide
But not afraid to die
To afraid to love
To afraid to show you the scars on my heart
Why am I afraid
When did this start

What is love
Does it make your heart ache
You think he doesn't feel the same way
It is more than you can take
Even if your just friends
Your heart hurts when you see him with somebody else
Then you think in your head I wish that was me
Your heart yearns for his smile, his laughter, his touch
Knowing inside, that the fear of not being together
is far to much

A monster came out from under my bed,
all hairy and ugly and oh so red.
He ran to my closet and ate all my clothes
then back to my bed he was tickling my toes.
I was so afraid he might suddenly eat me,
There was nowhere to go where he couldn’t see.
He threw all my toys in a great big sack
And told me meanly they’d never be back.
Then he looked at my desk and suddenly smiled
And seemed to be happy or maybe beguiled.
He looked in my eyes and pointed at me,
“give me your laptop and I will let you be”
I loved my laptop a gift from my mom
I stared in his eyes feeling so dumb.
I was no longer scared now I was mad,
Monsters aren’t fun when they behave so bad.
So I took out my bat and put on my new shoes
and said to the monster, “guess what you lose”.
One swat on the noggin and he was out cold
I keep my toys because I was bold.
It pays to be brave and never have fear
But be careful at night when a monster is near.

HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN
to my Grandaughters
Copyright Jan/2014
WHC

Oh how I wish we lived in a fairy tale story
where there is no evil
and no one will worry

No pollution
A place where love is the solution

Somewhere there is no guns and war
A place where we can get along

Without thinking about differences
Like color or race
Where no one will feel out of place

Because in my fairy tale book
There's always a happy end
Where you can find true love
And see the kindness in everyone

Each story would start with once upon a time
My world will be one without hate or crime

I've never had to lookout for anyone else
but the one I do look out for is myself
When I wanted something
I had to get it
When I needed someone to talk to
I was there
And some might think I'm selfish
But I learned to look after myself