The Real Me.

This is me. Deal with it as you wish.

Some stuff I wrote.

What do you see when you look at me?
A hint of desperation?
Maybe confrontation?
Lack of concentration?
Or is it determination?
An ever changing way of communication?
Even admiration?
Do I think in catagorization?
Or is there an accusation?
What do you see when you look at me?
Befuddlement?
A dislike of our government?
A wish to be one of the group but stand out on my own? To have my own days?
Do you notice anything when you look in my eyes?
Or did I just take you by suprise?

Next thing I wrote

Scratching the surface of what lies beneath,
Stirring the soils roots grow under
Known by many
noticed by few.

Next

Its my life
A book, A poem, An essay
Many pages turned over
but not re-read
The deepest secrets lie beneath what is told but not yet forgotten.

And again...Next

Love is often confused with lust
Friendship for the need to be noticed
Music with empty lyrics

And once more, I promise, last one.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
If no one was there, then did it actually fall?
Or was it dead and fallen already from centuries past?