Transparency... yes, no, maybe
Like an open book
Yes, that's me!
Love me or hate me
wish everyone would just say what they mean
Hard to keep faith, when the truth can't be forseen
From now on I'm going to say it like it is,
Or not say it at all, "It is what it is?!"
Only say if it will help??
Otherwise, it's not good for your health
by health I mean sanity
There is such a thing as brutal honesty

Sometimes the truth hurts but lies can consume you
Your heart, your mind, your soul
Stay honest to yourself and your heart will be full
you will not feel as if things are out of control

Sometimes the consequences can't be seen
But it's hard when you really want to say something
and holding it in doesn't feel right
Sometimes it's simply not worth the fight

Perception, it's a funny thing
some say honest, some say mean
I say be true to your heart and the rest will fall into place
Sometimes it's the "long game", slow down, it's not a race


Kristy Robertson

Her soul cried tears for a past none could see

They were transparent to everyone but me

Held as close as I could trying to ease her pain

She broke my heart as if nothing to gain

Simply so she could remain suffering in silence

Transparent and Dark

The old venue reaches across the boardwalk,
its magic long evaporated,
a victim of neglect and storms in equal measure.

There are windows. high and void of glass,
the sashes lacking paint.
Rot is plentiful.

There are windows, high and dark,
perfectly clear, with nothing to see
save the perpetual night inside.

You stand below, knowing this is what others see
when they look at you,
transparent and dark,

overwhelmed by neglect and storms,
strangely unwilling
to succumb.

i don't think i like nice people
i feel guilty around them
like my past stains me still
and they see it all