Paint Brush © Chicken Soup for Soul

i keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do-that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.

I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand
I need you to accept what you see,
So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
TO let te real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare, and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.





IT © Stephen Little

It has the tendency to hurt
that's why we all must be alert.
It can drive a man insane
Like endless days of pouring rain.
It can make tears come to eyes,
when you hear those awful lies.
It makes moments last forever,
and could forget them, never.
It sometimes leaves us speechless,
when we figure out our weakness,
It is a feeling from above
this wonderful thing called love.




Broken Illusion © Liz

You led me, dam, You led me on a golden path
Only for me to be left in the lowly brush
You coward, maggot!
How could you leave me to cry?
Once before I was led like a fool.
I see my weak spot was fuel for your dwindling flame,
But when mine had shown too bright,
you came and flooded it over.
You couldn't face my pure light shining.
You found a flicker you evil being!
You left me smokey and cold.

But I don't need you to give me fuel, that's where you're weak!
You suck from other's flames, where I gather my own.
Poor little grasshopper, selfish and sly.
Pool little grasshopper, ha I spit in your eye!

©99 Liz