PhysicalWhat do you see? Ugly. Fat. Fake.What do you hear? Laughter. Teasing. Cruelty.What do you taste? Bile. Bitter. Sour.What do you smell? Sweet. B.O. Oil.What do you feel? Scars. Acne. Scabs.What do I see? Honesty. Health. Nurturing.What do I hear? Wisdom. Care. Wonder.What do I taste? Love. Happiness.What do I smell? Freedom.What do I feel? Too great do you dwell on physicality. There is always more to be. Love yourself. And be that. It's your turn to bat.
Six-inch SkinNo one sees the scarsThat hide under six inch skinAnd in silence kept.None see lonelinessThat is pushed away from viewSo a smile can show.Nobody sees wantsThat in darkness it is cagedSo selfless is seen.Scared of burdeningSmile and helping hand given.Silence though kept close.Frighten to botherThoughts and feelings strongly there,Not a word spoken.Say 'Speak; I listen'And not these lips shall words passThat tell of the strife.Finish on tryingNone remain beyond a stayThe soul tires of such.A point reached of doneNow others must also tryNo more one-sided.
Dark True LightShadows 'hind the wallLight of power takenFeel the war's callNever forsaken.Darkness claimed,Forever maimed.One of the beauty lieAnother truth toldtime of war held neighOne forsaken to fold.Darkness have kept,Forever I wept.Devil of LifeAngel of DeathCast into strifeHope will have lef'Darkness spoken,Forever broken.Light righteous foughtDark bravely slainNo blows softthen end cameLight true dark,Never one a mark
The FiveNomads of air -Turbulent winds blow,Breezes just as fair,Ever changing is their woe.Tribes of water -Slow and steady now,The low never falter,Always a way for thou.Nation of fire -Control kept held,Full of our desire,Actions in zealed.People of earth -Strong as sure true,No high marks of worth,None be placed in lue.Four of five -Spirit only forgotten,Together they strive,Life be boughten.