OPEN MIC ENCORE - Part I
I found out on Friday
My heart was shot
I didn't make it
I wasn't good enough.
Everyone put me down
like a dog being put to sleep.
Friday was the day I cried and weeped.
Everyday I think, can Monday never come?
When I have to face everyone.
I found out on Friday I did not,
no I did not make the next year Cheer Squad.
I got drunk in St. Louis
My stark insanity worn like a Monday manís tie
I saw my pale bones in the broken cracks of sidewalks time
I yelled for you Ginsburg
But you did not come to your super market in America
Walt Whitman was in the produce section
And Ferlinghetti might have been in dairy
Ginsburg, Ginsburg I was drunk for you
I was drunk for you in St. Louis
Why didnít you come with Neal Cassidy?
That quill on my abdomen was your beacon
You did not heed, you did not heed
I declared my love for you in the sounds of nothing, the light of nothing,
in everythingís nothing
Ginsburg I did not bleed for you, I mutilated
But you were with some boy in Tangiers while basking in the rays of a
Kuerac couldnít make it for me
He was on the road again lost in Denver looking for wild eyes and his friend
You did not here my screaming whisper of triumph
The lost daughter of the beat
I found my talent again
At 1:35 am Tuesday
Under turquoise and pink gilded skies
I found the words that rang since my conception in a dark dank cup
While waiting to go home
I am a poet again
I yelled for you
But you never came to your supermarket in America
Whitman was in produce
And Ferlinghetti might have been in dairy
MAY THE IMAGE FOREVER HAUNT YOU
You saw me once
you saw me twice
you walked away once
you walked away twice
Your footsteps were heard once
then no more as
your footsteps were heard
walking out the door
You held me once
and then with no thought
you loosened your grasp
and let me go without a tear
I think of you now and again
but the thoughts are soon forgotten
with memories of how
You saw me once
you saw me twice
you walked away once
you walked away twice
Dedicated to my mother I will never come to know
Recognize all those people in your life who have made a difference.
Who raised you, bathed you, took care of you when you were sick?
Who loved you, hugged you, was always by your side?
Just take a little moment out of your busy life, to thank them.
Remember they've always been there
ONE AUTUMN DAY
by Emily Rose
I walked along the forest during one autumn day,
The trees were bare and the air was cold beneath a sky so gray.
I watched the gold and scarlet leaves dance along the wind;
So graceful, twirling around, as if they were at play.
The ground beneath the path I walked was frozen very hard,
It led me to a tall big tree, standing there on guard.
Its branches spread like tentacles, brittle and so dark.
I stared at patterns swirl around, quite interesting was its bark.
I continued my walk through and through till I came upon a pond,
Its beauty touched my very soul and at once my heart grew fond.
I longed to linger yet- alas! My beautiful journey was about to end,
for the bright golden sun was setting, just around the bend.
So off I went back down the lane that carried me away,
And as I left that wonderland I bowed my head to pray.
I prayed to God to thank him for the miracle he'd done,
For a little bit of heaven on earth is a perfect gift for one.
In The Winter
I love her in the winter when the shops are laden
With special packages for Christmas tables
I love her in the evening when the dying embers
Light the corner of the room where my heart was mended
I love her in the morning when the post is brought
That summons me away to a far off calling
I love her in the spring when my tears have welled
And I struggle to remember what we did for love.
by jennifer miller
Like a puzzle you put aside,
To finish some rainy day
The closet youíll clean,
At a later date
I'm feeling this is wrong.
Why do we always wait?
Everything in you,
Will do all these things...
I canít relate to later days.
Today is all we have,
Or all we will ever have,
At this very moment.
Alone in this world
fighting off the pain
Not knowing why; or
even what's to gain
Scared of the future
regrets of the past
but not very fast
Wanting a way out
yet finding none
Lying in wait
for all to be done
Alone in this world
with nowhere to turn
Still to keep going
till there's nothing to learn.
Listen to my actions
guidelines fading slowly
less expensive to prevent
hollow sounds protruding
pierced eardrums somewhat bent
pillows bled through dreamscapes
purpose dismissed, not sent
thinking one four times three
bakers dozen represent
trap door stage abuse
stuck with rubber cement
ceiling holes beam sunlight
new hope for blessed event
dreams keep men from perishing
at least that I think he meant.
Caught between two worlds
Which one do I choose?
two deities might be a better description
Who do I serve?
both gave birth to me
When was I first conceived?
both have been a mother and father to me
How can this be so?
I can't make both happy
Who is more important?
I feel obligated to both
Why do I feel this way?
Caught between two loves
How do I decide which to
truly love when
I love both?
I think Iíll take a walk in the cold
My mind troubles me
Iím sick of this all, its getting old
I long for that which will set me free.
I think Iíll take a walk in the rain
Its been a bad day
I can barely control my pain
Maybe I should learn to pray
I think Iíll take a walk in the night
I donít like this
The path Iíve taken doesnít seem right
And I thought I couldnít miss
I think Iíll take a walk with you
I donít have anything figured out yet
No million dollar home
No flashy clothes
But this much you can bet
My life of walking alone is through
Linda Dominique Grosvenor
Innocently I dangle in the breeze
that pulls back my petals
and exposes my nectar.
The sun confirms that
this is my season as the heat ripens me
and the skies quench my thirst.
I pose discretely
wanting to be admired
never plucked or uprooted.
You pass my way
filling your nostrils on
the sweetness of my being,
landing in my space
tempting me with the buzzing
of your wings --
and the melody of your song,
promising not to alter my essence,
vowing to never sting me.
Written by Ebony b*k*a Ms. Boo Boo
The causes of pain and the wonderful night.
Why so undecided to the decisions that may cause trouble.
Tears of joy but they always seem to change.
Bored to the days instead it never pays.
Death and evil is what surround my well-being.
Not enough love and not enough life can make up for my pain and strife.
Wondering how to experience life without the pain and suffering.
My own identity questioned and I sometimes wonder who I am.
Crazy and devious but there is no clue, stabilizing myself to succeed
through the day but all I can do is pray.
Maybe In a While
Now don't take it too hard my friend
But I've been down this road again and
again, but this time I've had enough.
I will admit I've done some wrong
But this time I'm going to be strong
At first, you reached out with a hand
I felt so safe don't you understand.
Then you would make me cry and I felt like
I wanted to die.
The closeness that I offered belongs
to mighty few.
To many wounds upon my heart
So now I walk away
But for right now my wall stays high:
I hope you understand
But maybe in a while, time will mellow me
and you offer a hand.
I will let you back in to be my friend.
Sometimes i ascend slowly--like the tide creeping onto the shore in the
early morning hours until suddenly there i am--full with the feeling of
bliss, feeling like i am standing on the edge of a cliff--breathless,
excited, frightened of the beauty i see and feel. Others, i am
floating along through the water and suddenly--Full Force--i can't breathe,
think of anything except the extremity of the situation. i am falling
over the cliff, yet i am rising higher and higher as i fall. the
feeling is so intense it is almost unbearable. how did i get here? where am
i? --Breathe-Breathe-- i can't go any further or i fear i will lose
myself...it is so wonderful, yet so frightening, this feeling of absolute
joy. something alluded to when one mentions paradise or heaven...this
is the energy i feel.
My Grandpa fought in World War II and so has yours too he was brave and
not afraid he fought for our country so we could have all this that we
have today and still the red white and blue stands, stands for our country
which we are united still today.
Beverly A.Timmerman 8/98
Scarred from battles in my life
lost in pain and fear
always pushing you away
yearning for you near
I struggle each and everyday
to keep you by my side
war wounds deep not healing
causing me to hide
How long will I keep putting off
the things that need to be
the things that need to be worked out
so the you I see is me?
Family Portrait/Picture Perfect
Frozen in Time
A memory that never fades
Fake smiles to hide the pain
A Family Portrait
Some would say
But if you look through my eyes
It wouldn't be the same
There's something you should know
No money, fake smile or hug
Could ever heal my soul
To me it's all a big show
A faded picture in a frame
Shows others we cared
But do they know my pain?
Do they know I cry at night?
Do they know my constant fight for sanity?
As I pour my heart on paper
I picture a family portrait
As tears filled my eyes
My heart slowly dies
I remember better times
As our family portrait comes to mind.
Smiling times, crying times, laughing times
Life is like a roller coaster
But not only from emotions
>From the experiences that present themselves
Good times, bad times, sad times
All of these memories will live inside forever
And when added together the answer is clear
The product is life, and living
over my shoulder
a still bird
In absolute wordlessness and blindness I contemplated.
Should I attempt to invade his earth?
Similarities are killing me softly...right down to the date of our birth.
I silently whispered to his spirit being...come to me,
His flesh wasn't aware that his mind would soon be with me.
I feel the necessity to be an element of his terrestrial sphere,
Shades of gray, visions of darkness and rejection I fear,
I felt an intimate chill journey down my spine (OH GOD) his spirit was
I conversed with him telepathically, although he didn't say much,
But I knew he was feeling me with out the slightest touch.
He made it apparent that he respects the love that I have for him and that
it's not a lie.
But he doesn't quite understand it, so he asked me why?
I responded with an utterance that touched his soul,
Never question LOVE, "IT IS WHAT IT IS," my spirit craves for it
like a thief in a temple who desires gold.
At this very moment, I'm scanning his mind; he's thinking; she's rash,
she's irregular, she's outrageous, she's insightful, she's conscious,
she's an investment, and she's wise,
He's thinking damn; I LOVE HER TOO! I'm not all surprised.
Last night, I took him to territories that he never knew existed.
Last night I took him to Distant Lands, a place that he'll often want to
Andres M. Confesor Jr.
Time withers hope
As it does a hapless sprout
Without a glimpse of warm sunshine
Or a soft nudge of gentle rain
Time takes life
As it does a desperate robin
Now a cold carcass beneath the baleful cries
Of its famished young
Time imprisons love
As it does a staggering soldier
Once mighty and brave
Her fair face he shall never again see
As light shall touch his lost sight
Cries of pain coming form within
Pleas of help silenced from the tears
A regular life invaded by deadly fears
All the pain hidden inside
All the fears outright and plain
Feeling as your a stain
Everything seems wrong
Nothing can go right
It seems no one understands or cares
As you look down the stairs
You decide to fall
As your life flashes before your eyes
You decide not to fall
But you're already falling
Every stair you hit you hear a sickening crack
Bones breaking, skin tearing
As you lay lifeless on the floor
Depression quickly overcomes you
Wishing it didn't happen
Wanting to go back in time
Live all over again
Looking at the ceiling
Staring into space
Wanting to get up and walk around
Wanting to be back to normal
Day fades to night as finally someone comes home
Finally the pain goes away
But only little by little
Trying with all your might to stay alive
Trying to keep to your heart beating
The light fades as your eye sight leaves you
You go deaf and a loud ringing fills your ears
Everything going black, breathes getting shorter
Life leaving your body
Losing all feeling
Losing your sense of awareness
Life is going away
Everything starts to come back at an incredible pace
You wake up sweating profusely
As you look around and at yourself
You realize it was only a dream
Walking out of the room, everything is quiet and calm
Looking down the stairs
You fall to your knees
Seeing your dead, lifeless body at the bottom
MICHAEL LOREN DONALDSON
MY SOUL THE SWORD
GOD PLACED IN THIS SHEATH
MY FEET STUCK IN A GRAVE
U.S. BOLOGNA EATERS
THE DROOL BESIDE THE SPOON
CAREFULLY LIFTING OUR HEADS
NOT TO SLIP NOT TO SPILL
MY DREAMS IN A BAG
GOD PLACED IN FRONT OF ME
THE LAST HIT FOR YOU
MY MOTHER AND I
DON'T GET ALONG
BUT THOUGH I TRY
I STILL BELIEVE I DON'T BELONG
SHE SAYS IT'S BECAUSE IM CRAZY
BUT THAT'S NOT HOW I SEE ME
I GUESS EVERYTHING IS JUST TOO HAZY
FOR HER TO REALIZE WHAT I NEED
ALL I NEED IS ACCEPTANCE
FROM BOTH FAMILY AND FRIENDS
I AM SO OVERWHELMED
WITH ALL THE DRUGS AND TRENDS
I FEEL LIKE A STEP-CHILD
IN MY OWN HOUSE
BUT ALL I CAN DO IS SMILE
AND CRAWL UP LIKE A MOUSE
MY LIFE IS A DISASTER
I DON'T EVEN KNOW MY FATHER
IM TRYING TO MASTER
HOW TO BE A GOOD DAUGHTER
I TRY TO HIDE MYSELF
BEHIND A MASK OF HAPPINESS AND LAUGHTER
BUT ALL I KNOW IS
THERE WILL BE A DAY TO BE RECOGNIZED
I GO TO SCHOOL TO RELIEVE MY STRESS
THAT IS SO HIGH AT HOME
BUT JUST GUESS
I HAVE ONLY TWO MORE YEARS TO GO
THEN ILL BE FREE
FREE FROM MY WORRIES, FEARS, AND
MOST OF ALL
THE FEAR OF BEING ME
THE OVERWEIGHT, LOUD, SOCIAL BUG, GIRL
THAT GUYS ONLY WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH.
He shouts, she screams
Their mouths contort in wide open anger
The little boy sits there
He scolds her,' Stupid ,useless bitch!'
She shrieks back,' Cruel heartless bum!', weeping.
The words swirl around him like a river
Each word washes a part of him away
Pounds him like a waterfall
He can take it no more
He shouts.'SHUT UP!'
Silence, absolute stillness
Unbearable, suffocating void.
Hands reach out
And he is bundled of to bed
With hugs, kisses, soothing words.
Then out they go
To continue their fight behind closed doors.
A MILLION PIECES
By Torrie Cain
I lay on my stomach with my head in my hands.
The background fills with the tune of my favorite band.
Thoughts of you loop arond in my head;
Like a broken record, your voice plays back again and again,
Being filled with only sorrow and pain.
I take one step into the dark and
Touch your hand to find you all alone again.
You still haven't seen the sun,
But in your life, there is none.
You look ahead at life in doubt.
I grab on in a death-grip embrace, to get you out.
I will hold on forever,
So I can show you something better.
You are such a delicate one.
I can't deny you; I must be strong.
I'll do whatever it takes
To stop all the bleeding that makes
Your world so red.
I could break into a million pieces.
You mean everything to me.
I will be the one to die just to hear you breathe.
You mean everything to me.
By Vershima Orvell - Dio
I strolled six miles
This dewish morning
To see a prosperous peasant
And get lessoned from him
The tricks of existence
Unambitious he is,
Yet self sufficient
For about his hut
Were two pepper bushes and cocoyams
I saw some small shells
Which had provided meat
And there must be more
Around the banana forest.
There were some great goats
That shall live eternally.
The car or bus are nothing to him
To him, television is a novel concept
And what seemed a telephone
Was the crafty net work of the genius; spider
The radio was a box that provides asylum
For some lazy, lousy brats
The newspaper, a good material to toilet with.
Soon shall I revert to such life
Of cave dwelling
Like my peasant friend
OUTSIDE OF EDEN
In shame I stood there
Pleading to deaf ears
I now knew sorrow
And endless tomorrows
Behind me, wilderness
Cold and forbidding
Shivering with fright
At the coming night
No where to lay blame
Except at our own feet
Itís so hard to bear
We walk in despair
She weeps, and clings
Too tired, too hungry
From his wrath we have fled
No place to lay our heads
Forgive us, our children
For our inane arrogance
For we were not unaware
When we took the snakeís dare
I sit in one spot staring straight ahead. For a moment it seems as if I'm
dead. Am I a shadow unseen among the dark. Watching all these
people playing in the park. No one seems to see me though I sit right
here. Not a person looks my way Could that be out of fear. I'll
admit I look a fright, I'm quite gentle towards all. But they can't
see that in me because they don't know me at all. No one takes notice
of me, they just go about their day. My presence must not bother them,
as they continue to play. I believe someone over there just shot me a
glance. He looked away just as quick and disappeared behind some plants.
He's the only one today who has acknowledged I exist. But maybe he
didn't see me through this thin grey morning mist.
IN THE RAIN AGAIN
I'm in the rain again
Not sane again
The water trickles down my cheek
Help me from this leek
Elsewhere it does not rain
Rough on me, it stays the same
And still i sit and wonder why
I'm never ever ever dry
Now under this cloud i sit and stare
At the dripping of water that falls on my hair
Get me out of this cloud
At which i shout out loud
I want to be saved from my gray troubles
Not in the rain where there is always puddles
TEARING MY SELF APART
i look into my hands,
how dare i am,
hating my self like if there was no tomorrow.
stare into space,
wish i was there,
tearing my self apart,
make people stare.
i slice my skin and make it bleed,
fresh wounds is what i need.
i stare at god which he laughs at me,
and all of the angels says fuck you to me.
i sit alone in the dark,
with a hard bed like a rock,
tearing my self apart,
does anybody care?
and im the one that would be dared.
now i see the gun,
knowing that im done.
The border line
between the rational,
and the irrational
when sound becomes silence
and movement turns
a reverberating stasis,
as though you look
into the impenetrable
the vacant hours.
And you were glued
to a single object
that threatens to morph
into an iridescent
The mind is dangerous
Shadowed in the light of the eyes
Looking but yet seeing nothing
The normal life is now unfamiliar
The spoken words are unknown to me
When will I be found?
The light fights
Shimmers coming through the darkness
Yet I still find nothing
Wondering my heart goes
Beating like the rabbit runs
Still searching. . .
But still here
In the Darkness
Forever Lost. . .
An impressive and corrupt doctor
Leads her into the cell
She hastily removes her clothes
She is bare, perfection.
With the speed of a seasoned professional,
The doctor performs his task.
The killing of what is yet to be,
A mere ghost of a human chance.
And what becomes of the non-child,
A premature mass grave
It joins the rest in their timeless orgy
And festers in a grey bucket
Soon to be removed as biological waste,
A waste of the human kind.
I hide in the dark,
waiting to see,
the horrors that happen before me,
i've seen it all,
from death to rape,
please make it stop for heavens sake,
all the hate,
make it stop,
just go away,
I hide in the dark,
waiting to see,
the horror to go away from me.
Circles, loops, and driving
Repeat again over
Once more, twice more, forever
On and on, over and over
A tangent off the ordinary
a path not beaten
Exodus' of sorts
Breaking the cycle of repedity
A cycle of; forever
Drive to the end of it
Forever running; to the end
In the end
Smell the breeze
The salt in the air
Oceans of thoughts
Mimicing the circles
My sister is the twin of me
Our souls connect and we are free
To tell our thoughts, our hopes, and dreams
Held in our hearts, and yet it seems
There's more than that, which binds our souls
For we have played so many roles
Throughout our lives, it seems to me
We share one heart, one mind but see
Something, sometime in different light
But always a feeling that feels so right
For my dear sister, is the twin of me
Whatever may happen, that's the way it will be
Until the Lord takes one of us
She's my heart, my soul, I will forever trust
Her with my life, as long as I live
She is my twin, that God did give
They stand so tall,
just to be kicked down by the idiot child running over the hill.
They are a strange not quite yellow colour, not white, and never described
I wish I was a Daffodil.
My main purpose to survive the Gremlin child.
I could do it.
I would do it.
I can save my species, and one day,
By G.T. Burnett
My chaotic silence, burns unborn dreams,
darkness whispers silently.
Words without meaning wonder aimlessly.
Sinking desires lost in unthinkable surroundings,
flames of despair rage deep within, consuming
any glimmer of hope, thought to be there.
The flames burn hot as my dreams turn for not,
I'm hopelessly lost in this world, called my mind.
Lady Fortune grins her silver smile
As six thousand four hundred seventy-two
Roman slaves are crucified by the side
Of the road
A Spartacan doom is read in the cards
The downtrodden, the enslaved freemen
Shout with those in bondage
Discontent and pain
Screamed from the cat-eyed gladiator
As agony rips through his mind
The full of rebellion
As bits and pieces of gore
Speed down the straight-edged roads
Caught up in a river of blood
To be born
Cry before you can talk
Crawl before you walk
Learn to sit before you can stand
Walk first then you run
Young and carefree
No need to worry or fret
Only making a childish bet
A little older but still unwise
Amazed and full of surprise
Thinking it is all sorted out
Wondering what it Ďs really about
Mature as can be
It is still a big mystery
Worries come like never before
Lessons to learn
Goals to be
Money to earn
The story I learned
Lifeís stepping-stones have to be earned.
This was the place where the freaks met
with their faded denim and tie-dyed shirts
long hair shining
"Hey man, far out..."
"Hey man, you holding?"
"I think we can change the world."
"Man, just dig on those clouds for awhile...."
"Yeah, we can change the world...."
"Keep on truckin, man..."
"We want the world and we want it (when?) NOW!!!!
"Gonna end the war..."
"Gonna change the world!"
Now it's a Walmart
SAM'S FIRST TANKA
Two playground swings sway
from a gust of God's breath, child-
less. I thought our ghosts
would play together nice, but
your ghosts try to beat me up.
copyright 2001 T.E.Burke
In a woodland pond heralding
the first day of Spring,
ecstatic to be resurrected
from their icy tomb,
with utter abandon
a cacophony of frogs
"make a joyful noise
unto the Lord!"
King Cowboy is a young fellow, only 17. His bright eyes filled
with love, even while he grazes. His dark red hair, freshly groomed,
shines as bright, as a moon lit field. Every morning comes he
patiently waits, for me bring him his grain and hay and of course a special
He sees me in the afternoon, expecting a grooming. I pile up the
grooming tools, and talk to him as I brush. His mane and tail so
beautiful, that's why I fell in love with him. I tease him about his
beauty, as he nudges me softly.
His ride is so smooth, his canter fast as breeze. His ears go back towards
me, waiting for words to please. My horse is my friend, my companion,
one who will never tell my secrets, I'm so glad I have him, my special
When riding with others, I can see King Cowboy's disappointment, as he only
wants, just him and I to share the ride together. He must be in the lead, to
show off his rider, because he is proud to have me as his partner.
Today he leaves me, so sad, but it's true. He threw me off to
protect me, as he falls to his death. I rub his poor face, as he takes
his last breaths. Tears fall as he looks at me while I hold his heavy head.
My heart is so broken, my friend is now gone.
I walk to the paddock, remembering his eyes, full of life. He is
waiting to greet me an of course for his treat. All I have left is an
empty space, a bag full of apple treats, and his brushes and combs.
To my sweet King Cowboy this is for you, you will always be remembered in my
broken heart of mine. You were truly a gentle horse, and my very special
Dena Hunt - May 8, 2002
THE BROKEN HORSE
and fixed my sight on its comforting stone.
as, there stared the mare with a gap in her head.
People live, People die...
some do lies, some likes pies...
if you cry, please don't die...
for i'll be there, and that's no lie.
MY PAIN I FEEL IS VERY REAL, ITS A PAIN THAT CAN BE SEEN,BUT ITS A PAIN THAT
ONLY I CAN FEEL, ITS NOT FROM BEING INJURED,BUT YET IT COMES FROM BEING HURT,
THE TEARS LOOK THE SAME BUT THERE NOT.
THIS IS A PAIN LIKE I HAVE NEVER FELT,ITS A COLD HOLLOW EMPTY,FEELING,BUT YET
IT BURNS.THIS PAIN COMES FROM A HORRIBLE PLACE,ITS WHERE LOVE AND HATRED
COLLIDE.IT COMES FROM THE LOSS OF LOVE AND THE REMOVAL OF MY SOUL.IT COMES
FROM HAVING MY LIFE AND DREAMS RIPPED APART. THE REALITY OF NOT HAVING SOMEONE
TO LOVE,AND NOT TO BE LOVED,IS A HARSH REALITY,THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE
IT.MY HOUSE IS QUIET,SILENT AND EMPTY,NO ONE IS THERE,ITS JUST A HOUSE NOT A
HOME.I WALK AROUND IN A DAZE,CONFUSED,LOOKING FOR ANSWERS,ALL I SEEM TO FIND
IS MORE QUESTIONS.NO MATTER WHAT I DO IT ALWAYS COMES BACK,THIS IS A PAIN YOU
CANT MAKE GO AWAY.I WANT TO LOVE SOMEONE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD,AND I
WANT TO BE LOVED,BUT NOW IM AFRAID.THE LOVE I CRAVE MIGHT LEAD TO PAIN,WHAT IF
I HURT HER? WILL SHE FORGIVE ME? WILL SHE BETRAY ME? I CRAVE THE TOUCH
OF A HAND,A HUG,A KISS,OR JUST A THANK YOU,SINCERITY,OR A SIMPLE SMILE,I CRAVE
THE SCENT OF A WOMAN.ITS SO HARD TO LAUGH WHEN ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS CRY, TO
COVER MY PAIN,SO PEOPLE AROUND ME WONT KNOW.EVERYDAY THE SUN COMES UP,THINGS
SEEM TO BE THE SAME,NOW THE SUN GOES DOWN,STILL A BROKEN HEART.I TALK TO MY
FRIENDS,ABOUT THERE PAIN,ITS STRAINGE,EVERYBODY FEELS IT IN A DIFFERENT
WAY.THIS PAIN IS NOT A FAIR PAIN,ITS LIKE A DISEASE, IT HAS NO CONSCIOUS,IT
PICKS IT VICTOMS AT RANDOM.THE WORLD USED TO BE A BIG PLACE,LIFE WAS
BRIGHT,NOW A SMALL WORLD,DARK AND ALONE,LIKE RUNNING IN A TUNNEL.WHEN FIRE AND
ICE COME TOGATHER,ITS THE WORST PAIN IN THE WORLD. I PRAY IT DOESENT SPRED.I
PRAY EVERYDAY FOR AND ANGEL,A BEAUTIFUL ANGEL. MY HEART IS CALLING,THERE IS NO
ANSWER.LORD PLEASE SEND ME AN ANGEL. AMEN.