I will paint myself the colors that I want.I will paint myself the colors that I want.I will paint myself the colors that I want. by rougekohl
I will wear the masks I choose to wear.
I will sing these songs with words of my own making.
I will dance these dances with my own steps. In my own time.
I will paint myself the colors that I want.
I will wear the lies I choose to wear.
I will think my own thoughts.
Choose my own mistakes.
Choose my own triumphs.
Choose my own desires.
I will dream my own dreams.
I will bleed when I want to. Cry when I want to.
I will let creation hear my laughter. When I choose to.
I Will. At my own choosing.
The Magic of WinterA collaboration between me & :iconbreathingglass:
Look at these crystals.
Cost no amount of money, yet are expensive in all ways.
The ice queens and kings are smiling on this crisply frozen night.
Causing me to shrug my scarf higher.
The earth is blanketed
In pure white;
A magical mood is in
The cool, crisp air,
What is this feeling of
The reindeers are dancing.
Memories of the golden sun washed away with thawing thoughts.
The world is finally happy.
The magic of winter is actually happening.
Smiles from all around
Appear from near & far;
The laughter of children playing
In the snow,
Brings a bliss of joy to everyone.
But on those nights where father winter breathes too hard.
When the homeless stick to the grates.
That's when the empathy of this world comes out.
Food drives, clothes shared, and homes borrowed.
The frozen forgotten finally given a torch of hope.
Greed, hate, anger, all those
Have been frozen away;
Homecoming Snowflake.It seems autumn
Is saying goodbye for now,
Leaves cover the path
That once we walked together
While holding hands,
Now I don't see it anymore
I only see mourning
But nature is still here
Guiding winter to our door
Knocking on the window.
Sitting near the fireplace
This is the life
Which we always wanted
To leave behind,
Nevermore shall we cry
Nevermore shall we say goodbye
We will wait
For the first homecoming snowflake.