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             My cloths, eyeliner, nail polish, hair products there not for a certain thing just for looks. Now I can show everyone who I finally am and have always wanted to be. I wonder if people will see me from my past and keep living in it or be surprised at who I am now and once again let me into their hearts. Or may be just may be we all can see each other for who we are and what lives inside....Without even thinking. I came as nothing more than a naked newfound soul being so small so insignificant. No one but a few knew let alone cared. And now I am so much older and so much wiser at least I believe. My face, my cloths, my new style are going to let people see that I am something. Why else would I dress how I do or say what I say? It is the same reason we all do what we do. Same reasons we wake up in the morning, go to school, go on each day living this game called life. But the small things can make it so much happier. Love from the one, chats from the friends. We all have looked so near and far for a form of acceptance. Whether we intimidate people, please people, or react somewhere in between we all want people to talk about us and have respect for us. Want the acceptance we can’t have, achive the fufullness, the desire we all strive for and were never going to have. The funny thing is behind coolness is the mysterious air that goes with it. And the desolate breeze that keep us alive. Just wanting people to see, respect all that I am but getting to know me will truly destroy prove it all. And the fact is that I am not that cool and never be good enough for you.

           Soon though we all will meet what is known as death. We are bound with all these people that help make this world what it is. Sick and sad, unaccepting and cruel, judgmental and hypocritical. Whether we love to hate it, hate to love it, or we can live in peaceful contentedness, we must respect that. We will never be more than that same kid who came out. Got smacked back down, kicked back to the corner. One day we will go back to the ground the way we came and we will never ever be able to take anything with us but the memories of love and happieness. I belive you and the people you loved with be once again reunited. Just in a diffrent world, but whatever happens try to enjoy life. Love the ones who love you, and try to make yourself and someone else have a good day. I am sure you are all just finding your way in life to, looking for acceptance or just making your way. Just live, love, take it easy and give everyone you meet at least one chance.


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The Ktties
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Black ones are our sons Sphinxy and Kraven and the other is Fatty