facade |
There's a face that we wearIn the cold light of day -It's society's mask,It's society's way,And the truth isThat it's all a façade!There's a face that we hideTill the nighttime appears,And what's hidi... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 06:04:00 PST |
love and death |
Theres another world inside of me that you may never see, there's secrets in this life that i can't hide. Somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find, maybe it's too far away or maybe... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 08:33:00 PST |
my autobiography |
MY NAME IS BARBIE GARRIDO AND I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN MIAMI FLORIDA. I AM 38 YEARS OLD. MY HERITAGE IS CUBAN AND TURKISH, BUT I CONSIDER MYSELF A PIECE OF ALL MY CULTURES. I GREW UP LEARNING BOTH, EV... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 04:25:00 PST |
SORRY |
INDIVIDUALISM AT EVERY LEVEL IS SOMETHING THAT USED TO BE PUT AT A HIGH PREMIUM AND WAS A GOOD TRAIT THAT VERY FEW PEOPLE POSSESSED. THESE DAYS ITS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND, LET ALONE BE AN INDIVIDUA... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 09:05:00 PST |
ILLUSIONS |
I MEET STRUGGLE HEAD ON!
ADVERSITY IS MY SILENT MENTOR FOR IT TEACHES ME EVEN IN TIMES OF SEEMLY OUTWARD CONTENTMENT. ADVERSITY IS THE LIGHTHOUSE IN THE FOG DRAPPED NIGHT. IF I AM CARE FREE AND WITHOU... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 08:36:00 PST |
WITCH |
BEHOLD THE WITCH..
BEHOLD THE WITCH, STRONG AS ANY MAN
KNOW THE WITCH, AS SHE WALKS UPON THE LAND
RESPECT THE WITCH, HER POWRS TO BEGUILE
ADMIRE THE WITCH, HER UNDERSTANDING SMILE
HONOR THE WITCH... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 06:45:00 PST |
BETRAYAL |
I sought to be true true to myself and true to the guiding hands that affirmed me
The time has come to bear the accusation of betrayal to not betray my own soul Is this now my test? My lesson?
Do yo... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 08:22:00 PST |
Myself |
A Humans being's first responsibility is to shake hands wih himself
I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know
I want to be able as days go by
Always to look at myself stra... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 02:20:00 PST |
Son to Mother |
This is a letter my 14 year old son wrote to me last night:
The first day of kindergarn, he hurried to the door, shrugging of his mother's hugs, he didn't want them anymore.
For he was all grown up no... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 07:06:00 PST |
Name for myself |
Just a small town nobody,that's what they all say.And I asked myself how my lifeturned out this way.
When I was youngerI dreamed such big dreams.But they're crushed and forgotten now.Or that's how it... Posted by MYSTERY QUEEN on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 07:12:00 PST |