Ok here we go again.  
 
 
 
I used to have an account on here called Windsongs, but some crazy personal issues arouse and what not. I am not new and this profile will be tinkered with constantly until I want it.  
 
  
 
My referral is fangs because she is the one that I have really kept in touch with and she has always been so kind to me. Love you fangs! 
 
  
 
My mentorship 
  
 
Ok well as you might already have noticed, I'm not a great speller. I'm also in love with cute animals...mostly the dog family. This usually means baby dogs lol or wolves :) 
 
  
 
I like Fluffy things, I like writing, I liked math in school, and I like some rated R conversations. 
 
  
 
I'm a very shy person. It may take a little bit till I warm up to you. 
 
  
  
 
I DISLIKE MEANIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, bugs...spiders....snakes....and men that like little girls. 
 
  
 
Why the vr name? Hmmm well TwistingWinds was created in part of the memory of my old profile Windsongs and part of me changing it up a little. Not only do I love cute fuzzy animals, I'm also a fan of tornados :) 
 
  
 
I Do like to write in my journal so as soon as it is up and running their will be posts in it :) 
 
  
 
The Mask 
© Lisa Willhite 
Existing in the realm, of its own true hell 
the pacing of the parasite begins to swell 
it suffers in silence yet demands to be heard 
it will never survive without its bevy of words 
 
as an infant, it fed, on what it desired 
and the need to grow was quickly retired 
it donned a mask it had soon acquired 
and eventually dressed in regal attire 
 
I am! I am! it said aloud 
while hiding behind a glistening shroud 
to none it wavered to none it bowed 
worthy am I! it heartily vowed 
 
as a thief of hearts, it sought our souls 
and refused to acknowledge the unspeakable tolls 
it relished our pain our faults and our woes 
acted as friend yet lived as foe 
 
for the lower we were, the higher it’s rise 
sometimes nestled on pillows, feathered with lies 
soaring as an eagle, through bright blue skies 
impeding the light, from watchful eyes 
 
it changed lies to belief and that belief to admiration 
it became its own form, of revered celebration 
though to those who saw, through the garish decoration 
it was nothing more than sheer abomination  
 
these were few, who could actually see 
how sad and sickened, this thing could be 
they lost their battles, to make it flee 
as it wiggled in joy and laughed with glee 
 
and a new found strength, was gained from the seers 
they found it flaunting, in front of its peers 
for this mask was now learn-ed and it shed false tears 
and a victim was born, its path, though not cleared 
 
for as day turns to night, conflicts persist 
the heart can grow cold, but the soul still resists 
new defenders of truths will continue to enlist 
and the spirit of God will always assist 
 
yes a fight ensued, yet the beast stood tall 
and flashed it’s lies, fooling most all 
it cried poor me, and with such great gall 
It is I who has suffered!, was it’s deceptive call 
 
the truths presented the stern manipulations 
the deeds that were done, with much stipulation 
the lies that served, as mere stimulations 
and these they hoped, were condemning revelations 
 
the mask took form, and revealed a child 
the innocence of eyes that appeared softly wild 
no sign of his pride, no sign of the vile 
how dare the "truths" accuse him of guile 
 
hearts blood flowed, and non seers cried 
as the villagers witnessed a man so tried 
a man who was beaten, and his humanity denied 
a man who was not evil, but sanctified! 
 
The steel once hot, now cooled to strength 
it enveloped his soul and his body at length 
the blood of hearts, flowing in sync 
protected him now from morality’s links 
 
alas truth lost, but so did the beast 
for a cancer did grow, and on lies it did feast 
from within his throat, it locked in its feet 
and his mask is now meeting a deadly defeat 
 
Existing in the realm, of its own true hell 
the pacing of the parasite begins to swell 
it suffers in silence yet demands to be heard 
it will never survive without its bevy of words 
 
Lisa Willhite 
 
 
Source: The Mask, Meaningful Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-mask#ixzz2pkB0sMKx  
Family Friend Poems  
 
Alright enough of this stuff time to end this profile.......for now :) 
 
  
 
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