Sharon in Wonderland

I saw a picture of myself only eighteen young Tried to imagine me as older as the chorus sung I laid it down and left the thought walking down the hall Only to find an old woman there hanging on the wall Her eyes were hazel just like mine, hair was white as snow Same old smile I've seen before and one I've come to know Cheeks were full and plump with joy, rosier than I've seen She had character of something I've only known to be a queen We sat and talked for what seemed hours as I made a pot of tea She told me sweetly that I'd one day learn that she was me I laughed and told her she was silly, but secretly I shivered I knew this was no coincidence, and knew I'd be delivered She blinked those lashes down on me and things became clearer All along I was seeing the future in my hallway mirror

Here is a heart, I made it for you I wrapped it all up and tied a pretty bow, Blended it up while it ran through my soul Pressed it all out and then made it whole Here is a heart, I made it for you With me no surprise just a fancy little mold A tiny time out and an eagle shaken ego It used to be black, since then it's turned gold Here is a heart, I made it for you Make sure to play nice and never let it go Don't carve and don't bite, I heard you did so Just cover with love and bring close to your hold Here is a heart, I made it for you I don't want it back it's all battered and bruised The one before now left it all used Now it's all yours, so take it.

Searching for reason is the hardest thing in the world. It is reason that gives more reason to search for motivation, ideas, and meaning. How are poems written? What about songs? Stories? Something drove that person to write. Was it circumstance? Memories? Experience? It had to be something. Very rarely does one pick up a pencil and imagine something that has never been imagined before. Something that has never been thought of prior to the moment of the seconds thought. Today, are there things that have never been done? Never been thought of? There is so much around us and so many accomplishments and endeavors and ideas. Couldn't there possibly be something left that has never been thought of before? Every thing I think of and then later search for has been thought up by someone else. Does originality even exist anymore? I always try to find the difference between persons. I always try to point out qualities in which we don't agree or don't posses the same. The truth is we ...

Ahh! An award!! For me?? Yes! I want to give a very special THANK YOU to Ratz from What can I say? I do not think there was a...meme...for this one exactly... so... :) I shall pass this award onto the following: Fireblossom of Shay's Word Garden Gabriella Moonlight of All Who Wander Are Not Lost Indigo of Shattered Prose ...for now. (in a bit of a hurry and I will post the others soon!!) Enjoy!

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He woke me up this morning Who's that tapping at my window? Not sure as to take it as a warning It's just my dear friend little sparrow Chirping to the beat of an unheard tune Who's that knocking at my door? Must have fallen asleep to the moon It's just my dear seagull from the shore A thousand jazz melodies kept me awake Who's that tapping at my window? I awoke from a simple sudden break It's just my kind soft spoken marrow Silhouettes of the greatest divine Who's that knocking at my door? The most beautiful soul of any design It's just my sweet visitor from before

Here's a little story about Miss. Lady Luck Dice always rolled the same, another sticky stuck Identity of lust and glitter nothing more she was The talk of all the town from mouth to mouth, a buzz Pin stripes and feathers turned into rolling sheets She made those lonely money men skip an unseen beat After game and cards were dealt one thing was the same Her game was a flush one of a kind, but she is not to blame Her name is now revealed to kinder minds like me She'll run away with your heart and gain everything for free Rouge lips and long eyelashes are keen to take the part She's not only Lady Luck but breaker of the heart