Sarah Palin is scarier than all monsters of Halloween

Becoming the second in command, she is so keen

Sure, she calls Mc Cain the Maverick

But I’m telling you; it’s only a dirty trick

I was watching Saturday Night Live

With Tina Fey doing the Palin Drive

Sure I laugh and I cajole in stitches

But bet she is one of the dark witches

A journalist and a former beauty queen

Deep inside, she is just an old mean

Not knowing much about running things

Worse, on TV she does a thousand winks

I am a believer that women can rule

Yet Palin I am 100 percent unsure

I cannot see her ruling the country

With our economy in sh***y jeopardy

She reminds me of a pitbull with lipstick

With a dark black Republican candlestick

Casting spells by her annoying folksiness

With the press, she makes a pathetic mess

After Halloween comes election time

Please let us not put more grime

Palin is no sweet rose to behold

Warnings have often been foretold

If America makes another mistake

Everything and everyone will be at stake

We cannot afford another four years

Of worries and economic fears

Palin is a woman, which is a fact

Yet she lacks integrity that is intact

If Mc Cain croaks and goes six feet under

Palin will eventually be the next commander

Think about it once, twice no! a hundred

If she gets in the House, we are all dead

Halloween will always be selected

If Sarah Palin gets elected

You were fun to be with
Flying away your worries
Always happy, carefree
In love
Peter

Then she came and flew
To Neverland, stole you
I was first
banished me
replaced

I hurt by your dismissal
My wings withered slowly
My heart broke
You’re mean
Dust

Hook gave comfort and compassion
Understood me, comforted me
Locations of you
I divulged
Revenge

I was tricked, silly me!
You are in danger
Peter Pan, run!
Listen now!
Boom!

Save the children from Hook
Even her I envy
My pixie dust
You need
Hero!

Now we are together again
I am extremely joyful
She’s back home
Who cares?
Jealousy?

I wonder if Hook is alive
That croc fancies him
Another hand bitten?
Poor Captain
Pity

We lay on a branch
I danced on your hand
I shake glitters
Light up!
Moon

Oh Peter, my Peter Pan
I belong to you
Just hold me
Am always
Tinkerbell

I have a collection of masks. It ranges from the unhappy, peculiar to the eternally perplexed. I don each mask for reasons of my own choosing. The fear of being mediocre terrorizes me thus I crave for spontaneity and the constant venturing into the unknown. That unknown is myself.

When I finished school. I though that I had a definition in this world. I was made to believe that my mask was transparent that I can convince others that they see the authentic being infront of them. Little did I know that I would just be passing, failing over and over again until I would eventually question myself, ‘Who am I?’ As my face changed so did my masks. I learned that I can never fully figure out who I am and that reading self- help books would not do either.

I am not miserable but I wail when I fail.
I am opinionated but admit I am also hypocritical.
I am independent but I am afraid of dying alone.
I am forgiving but I am not forgetful.
I am confident but I am also diffident
I am

..still the greatest puzzle I have yet to solve

Tears just dropped

I am independent
I work to feed and clothe myself
I have no rules to follow
I have no curfew, no guardians
Yet I need someone to see me as weak

I speak my mind
I act on my decisions
I stand by my principles
I take no crap from people
Yet I need someone to see me falter

I admit my mistakes
I was foolish in love
I fell for shallow promises
I hated my own stupidity
Yet I need someone to love me passionately

I listen to my inner voice
I rely on my instincts
I take pride in my accomplishments
I did it, on my own
Yet I need someone to be smarter than me

I project a woman of strength
I bare my claws when needed be
I do not back down
I choose my battles
Yet I need someone whom I can surrender to

truth is

I am a woman
I want to be held inside a man’s strong arms
I want to be kissed on the forehead
I want to melt in the moment, that I am his world
I want to let go and feel loved
I love flowers too…white roses for a lady like me

Time

There is a time to smile from the heart
and to make one to make people feel better

There is a time to be honest with our words
and to mince to lessen the sting of utterance

There is a time to drown in happiness
and to forego it for the joy of the majority

There is a time to think because we want to
and to decide because we have no other choice

There is a time to fight for what is right
and accept defeat for loved ones are in pain

There is a time to fall in love blindly
and to love because it was meant to be

There is a time to open one’s life to others
and to build walls to survive

There is a time to finally let go of what cannot be undone
and to regret because there was a way to escape it

There is a time to choose, to be or not to be
and to just stand still and wait for time

There is a time to be selfish and forget everything
and to be considerate for others depend on you

There is a time to be deliriously be in the moment
and then wake up because it can never last

…this is the time I am opening my mind
and closing a door…

This is the time to say goodbye.

 I stand here

Looking down into a dark speck

My chest rises then hesitantly falls

And my being cruelly questioned

I stand here

Waiting if my mind would succumb

Order my whole body to just surrender

To close my eyes and fall freely

I stand here

My fears live in a cave of bats

I hear the eerie sound, beckoning

Yet I am still tempted

Why are you doing this?

Luring me into a lion’s den

I tried to pull away, far from you

It is wanton escape, pathetic attempt

Why are you doing this?

Seducing me to never look back

Cast away my hundred masks

And hold your hand with my own blood

….I fell from my own cage.

Then I let go of your hand for it is inevitable yet your imprint is engraved on my tombstone