Is it fake? Some strong feeling inside of me forced me to cry. I could laugh; it was fake. I could smile; it was fake. He cared. He was sweet. I cried; was it fake? I loved him; was it fake? Drowning myself in pretending. His love is true. Is mine? KKK The hooded ones are at it again. These hateful beings aren't creatures, but men. Burning crosses, filling towns with terror; they hate all but themselves, even our "Savior." Cowardly, they never unmask during the day, their name consists of three letters: K,K,K. Slumbering Death I close my eyes. Count what sheep? I always question things before I sleep. I doze and rest until I'm awake, what happened before? It feels fake. The akward stage soon then passes. I'm rejuvenated; it's what always happens. The dark stage when I feel none... Death is the other unfeeling stage that some day will come. Do you awaken after death? Or does your body rot, while your soul continually rests? Another choice is for what we will hope. A place to go, with which we can cope... Greed Bracelets and necklaces made of bead, personal computers, piles of c.d.s. Mountains of things, but still wanting more, striving for more money;anything in stores. People spoiled like this are alive indeed, but they can't react to anything; nothing but their greed. What is Beauty? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It's based on what a couple people define it to be...who have a prominent hold in society. Why can't it just be based on how each individual perceives beauty? Beauty isn't appearance. It's what is genuine, real. The beholder is blind. The Apprehension of Life Expectation turns to anxiety You find a way down each interminable path The once-green landscape has changed like you and everyone does Emotions constantly engulf you as each year passes. Everything is a blur and you can never just stop and think. You can't wait to get older But as you do you fantasize about being young once again. We are all so fickle at times. Your anxiety turns to apprehension The long journey that had so tired you finally leaves you. You prepare yourself for the final destination... You trudge up three flights of stairs. You lift one leg mechanically after the other. You are almost there now. Soon you will see the reason you lived for, the purpose that drove you. You make it to the door. You fumble for the key. You shove it into the lock and turn it. A warm glow seems to be coming from this place: heaven? A smile lights your once-solemn face. The door squeaks open... to an empty room. Your smile fades.
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