Honesty won't kill you.

There is a burden upon our souls,
consuming from within.
I cannot help but wait and wonder
"Will this cause us sin?"
There's a certain point when it's too late,
a certain point from which we cannot hate-
and can no longer defy.
I will not let it go on much longer,
I will not let you lie.
The honesty will not kill thee-
They say it sets you free.
Your chains are wrapped so tight-
Embraced like arms around you-
They must break soon,
I can't take this pain for you-
But I can set you free.

One million yesterdays.

I am one million yesterdays.
One million times the sun ran the sky,
One million times I did not cry.
One million yesterdays-
One million better days.

Note: 1000000/365= 2739.726027 which is nearly 2740 years. I haven't actually been alive that long, I just really enjoyed that particuler yesterday (December 30th, if any one cares...)<- I spent most of the 31st and 1st in a car...

Floridian pines- a lymric

I am one million copses of Floridian pines
Standing stark against the sky
Alone and together,
But here forvever
until we die.

Note- The original of this has a sketch of the type of tree I'm talking about but I have no scanner so until then- no one sees it. :-P