Hiding

Somewhere over the rainbow
the stars still shine
and when I want to hide away
it won't be considered a crime
the lollipop kids will smile and dance with me
it'll be a celebration
they'll let me be who I want to be
I will skip down the yellow brick road
and when I find price charming
he'll be a man, not a toad
when the door locks behind
I won't leave him outside
our dreams will be one
and from him I won't want to hide.

Just wrote this between last night and today. This is about how I love to hide away in my own little world, involved in all my writing/reading/artsy/dreaming stuff. My dad exclaims to me at times, "it's alive!" and my mom says, "we see her when she gets hungry". It'd be better if I had my own place. They see me about as much as if I had my own place...soon I hope. ;) lol. anyways... It's about how I will know the man who is right for me because, I won't feel like I need to hide away with him. I can be who I am and who I want to be in front of him and not feel judged. So hard to do that around people who don't necessarily like how you spend your time. If my dad had his way, my time would be spent working on something that's actually work work. I have a job....that's work enough. I like to spend my free time enjoying the things I enjoy. :)
~T~

A Moment

and in that moment I knew
I knew that I had failed
the sun bore down on me like a spotlight
a spotlight illuminating my soul.
and I was ashamed
ashamed of myself, my actions
or rather my lack of actions
actions that I may come to regret...
...yet...I cannot go back in time
In time I will learn how to correct this
until then, I will hide and burrow away
away from those who will make me feel like I should die
die for this bad decision, in a moment so thin
only a moment, only a second to decide
decide the fate of my darkened soul
and failure of self worth
worth is all we have
have a little faith and I will learn
Learning is what I do best
remember, we are all blotched
blotched, spotted, marked, imperfect
look before you throw the stone...
the stone may be meant for you too.

This poem, is written about choices and judgment. How we all have our choices to make and we can't always choose right, but that doesn't give others the right to sit there and judge us. This also makes me think of a song called Playing God by Paramore. Check it out. It's a good song. :)