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| I enjoy the Holland sunsets at Tunnel Park frequently throughout the summer. |
| This picture was stitched together from three photos I took on my iPhone 3G. |
The Storm Inside... There is a storm inside of me,The Storm Inside... by ~Frisco-Montez
a storm that I hide so no one will see.
Washing back and forth all the pain I feel,
eroding the joy that brought my soul appeal.
This constant storm inside,
makes me wish that I had died.
It rips and tears at me like a monster in me,
taking all my energy hiding what it wants to be.
There is no hiding from this storm,
for my heart there is no shelter in any form.
Despite all of my desperate fight,
eventually it will be in plain sight.
Revealing to everyone the bitterness within,
the bitterness and frustration that will win.
All I can do is brave the weather,
knowing this is my life now and forever.
Once Upon A Time There was a time when love I could feel,Once Upon A Time by ~Frisco-Montez
it brought to my life a great appeal.
That time has past and I only feel alone,
my heart is solid and as cold as stone.
No force in heaven or on earth can it revive,
there is no force that can bring it back alive.
It has been ripped, dashed, burnt, and torn,
by so many that my love would scorn.
There is no love for people like me,
for a nice guy, this is the way it will be.
This person that was nice and kind inside,
has thrown up his hands and finally died.
If you were looking for a nice guy to sing you a song,
then you should not have scorned him for so long.
When his skin is pale and hi
Dead Inside... Trying everyday to hide,Dead Inside... by ~Frisco-Montez
the pieces of me that have died.
Hiding then from the world so no one can see,
the devastation inside that rips and tears at me.
I find that I love standing outside, when it rains from the skies,
cause no one can see the tears streaming from my eyes.
These tears that fall remind me of one thing,
that there is still emotion left in this being.
It is the emotion that I have always had,
the sustained emotion since I was a lad.
Maybe I was not ready for love,
but who is truly ready when it descends like a dove?
I really don't think that love is worth the pain,
when there is no way to guarantee that it will fo
