Author: Nathan Figueroa
Age: 22
Nathan Figueroa's Homepage
Posted: March 11, 2000
Goodnight Lullaby
It is time my dear to sit and sigh
To think about the day gone by
See the places you have been
And hope that they will come again
It is time my dear for a gentle yawn
To wonder of the next day’s dawn
Imagine the places you will go
And touch the memories you will know
It is time my dear to rest your head
To think about the things you’ve said
And how you touched a life or two
Just by smiling and being you
It is time my dear to close your eyes
And give today a kiss goodbye
For dreams await and another day
Where your mind will wander and your spirit play
Author: Izabela
Age: 14
Posted: March 11, 2000
Sudden
Jo ‘from little women’
She’s kind and loyal this is no doubt,
Lovely and sharing as anyone can be.
Her jealousy is a stone in her way.
A path which is meant to be straight
Is made uneven with all her rude behavior.
Being adventurous and always willing
Makes her quite witty. She takes nothing
For granted as anybody would do if they
Had so little to give or have for themselves.
Being self giving, but selfish
At times gives her a real uniqueness.
Her sisters being great; gave her a challenge.
Which she took out givingly.
She became a Writer, her hope was that,
I will succeed it my Work. Luck drew
Further away, which she feared.
Love had pasted her by. I feel her heart beating as
Fast as love was coming back. Soon to marry
Was her dream. Having to come back to visit
Her sister, being ill made her realize she had
Everything. Quiet or outspoken however
She may be she was Jo.
Author: Stephen Mackay
Age: 22
Posted: March 21, 2000
Ode to the world
Taking drugs and taking pills
Kicking heads to make a kill
Carrying guns and carrying knives
Only to steal many innocent lives
Should we run or should we walk
Should we shout or should we talk
The world keeps spinning round and round
And the bodies are lowered into the ground
Choosing to live and choosing to die
Age thirteen and committing suicide
Loosing your daughters and loosing your sons
The streets are ridden with hit and runs
Should we laugh or should we cry
Should we smile or should we sigh
The world keeps spinning round and round
You look for your lives in the lost and found
Stealing money or stealing a car
Taking crime far to far
Spilling blood and breaking bones
Shouting at lovers with violent tones
Should we love it or should we hate it
Should we miss it or embrace it
The world keeps spinning as before
With all this destruction who could ask for more?
Author: Stephen Mackay
Age: 22
Posted: March 21, 2000
can't sleep
Invisible, Invincible, Invigorating, Irrational
Exhausting, Irrelevant and irresistible
Composure without peace nor pattern or pace
Familiar yet faltering with fantastic haste
With respective respite to respective restraint
the meditation of a meaningless complaint
colourless, collapsible, collective cold heart
Im beginning at the end and ending at the start
Author: annette
Age: 28
Posted: March 21, 2000
My Little Boy
Today I found out I'm pregnant again
I couldnt beleive it
I had a feeling but I didnt beleive it
It was not long after I had your sister
So thats why I was having trouble
You came into our life
We were over the moon
We finally have a son
After 2 daughter's
You were such a good baby
Then you became a toddler
You were still very good
you loved to sleep in your cot
We had no trouble with you
Then you learned to climb
You loved it
It scared me too see how high
you climbed
The higher you went the
better you liked it
Now last night my baby
Went into his first bed
I felt sad as my baby
Is growing up
You looked so tiny in
a big bed
Soon you will be going to school
Then you will be all grown up
But I will always look at you
As my little boy
Author: Katie Stader
Posted: March 22, 2000
Top of the World!
I am on Top of the World!
I am a lucky girl!
I am so happy to have a great family.
I just love making precious memories.
My dad says children are fun and has words to warm the heart.
My mother with a kiss and a big hug provides to best part.
"Thanks a Million" for all you do!
My vote is with the two of you.
I truly believe I have the "Best of Friends."
I'm sure I'm on the receiving end.
Love,
Katie
Author: natalia
Posted: March 28, 2000
A Ride Not Designed For Fragile Parts
Sleek, swift metal ride
Pounding shell, rock, gravel, dirt beneath
Like seismographic blasts.
Almost braking, but driven to peak
By the endless cycle.
Rarely is the path paved,
Some cyclers fall, give up.
My parts do not break, only bend.
And my ride does not end,
I am as strong as my titanium tempest.
All twenty-one gears conditioned by every mile tread.
Frame covered in a cocoon of dust and dirt
That when finally wiped clean
Reveals a luster temporarily lost
In a ride not designed for fragile parts.
Author: Nathan Figueroa
Age: 22
Nathan Figueroa's Homepage
Posted: April 03, 2000
A Whisper on the Wind
I've shed a tear and winked a smile for whispers from the past
Born of lives in stone-layed alleys and hallowed halls remembered
Across an unsown thread , they whisper tiny stories
Troubled souls and heavy hearts riding shoulders of hope
Each whisper presses upon me, searching for that place
Where it can find a little home deep inside to stay
My cup is overflowing and yet I have not drank
These whispers fill me bottom up, to teach me all they have
How to fill a belly with laughter
How to flush a face all red
How to choke yourself with tears
How to live with and live without
And I dream of those yet to come, behind me but up ahead
What can I whisper to fill them up with something already learned
And those that speak to me, point me right toward you
So tonight I see and feel, what my gift to the next shall be
I say your name into the night, a whisper on the wind
Author: Nikki
Age: 22
Posted: April 03, 2000
Being A Mother
Being A Mother to me is the best job ever
Being A Mother means loving, forgiving & trusting
Being A Mother means happy & sad times
Being A Mother is hard yet, has its rewards
Being A Mother is beautiful, seeing "Your baby" grow
Being A Mother is stressful at times and very trying at others
BUT,
Being A Mother is what no one else understands, except Mothers
Being A Mother needs strength & encouragement at times by other mothers
Being A Mother is the best job ever
Being A Mother, I wouldn't want it any other way
Being A Mother to Chase Nathan Hilderbrand DOB 05-20-97
Author: TAH
Posted: April 05, 2000
Too Far
Tell me when to stop
The necessity to act is strong
Tell me when enough is enough
I always seem to go beyond my means
Whether to maim or heal
I don't understand
I feel there is a dark need in me
Driven...
Scattered and tangled.
Don't let me hurt you
Sometimes I go to far
Don't let me love you
Sometimes I go to far.
Author: TAH
Posted: April 05, 2000
HIM
He must not reject the pain,
But allow it to run its course,
Just like everything else,
Till it ceases to be a problem,
Till he ceases to be human,
...or more human.
This treatment is just a test,
To see whether he will,
Succeed,
...or fail.
So sit and ponder the next move.
Author: Fallon
Age: 14
Fallon's Homepage
Posted: April 09, 2000
A True Friend
You are my friend,
regardless of skin colour,
regardless of size.
I love you for who you are,
and even though we don't see each other
as often as we'd like,
i still consider you a friend.
You will always hold a special place in my heart,
we can talk about anything,
and we do.
If you are ever in a bind,
you can count on me.
Where ever you are in this world,
i will always be at your side.
If you need support,
you can count on me.
You call,
and i will be there.
So thank you for being my friend,
I love you for that...
Author: Jeffry
Age: 30
Posted: March 03, 2000
Cid
Cid, can you hear me?
Please respond.
Soon we will see
Lets create a bond.
The mind will clear
If we stay calm.
Stay away from the inner fear,
let us read our palms.
Could have a short life.
A couple of kids.
There will be no strife
They have learned what we did.
Put it all behind.
Forget the frown.
There is more to find,
Contact the clown.
Author: Richard L. Banks, Jr.
Age: 37
Posted: March 01, 2000
Alone
My crowded world is an empty one,
Filled with mindless souls that hear not,
With seeing eyes they see not,
A ghostly figure I have become in their world,
Lost in oblivion among this dead consciousness,
I exist only to myself,
The light within ever drawing me farther away from this cold darkened vortex,
Guiding me to the virgin fields of higher thought,
A fertile ground of new consciousness,
Where one trots gently upon this field of enduring blossom’s,
A field of no end and where darkness rules not,
A world where one can only enter alone,
And alone where one knows not loneliness,
For in higher consciousness,
One is never alone.
Author: Sondra
Posted: February 28, 2000
food chain
it wasn't a lack of love that got you here
and it wasn't a simple bloat from too much beer
I doubt it was suicide
your brain doesn't look fried
one eye open and one eye closed
you've been hit by a car I suppose
did it happen quick?
before you had time to be sick?
or did you see it coming?
but too stunned to start running?
I've seen your brothers and sisters before
like sleeping animals on the floor
sprawled out as if to pose
looks like the bumper hit your nose
you got a good spray of meat
stretched at least three feet
soon the crows will come
pick at your ears and at your bum
then the bugs looking for a crumb
sounds awful I know but there's little you can do
just have a seat from above and watch the show
in time you'll feel free
just wait and see
you're just another victim
of life's game of cat and mouse
just another link, lose or gain
on our sick little food chain.
Author: Eric "shaggy" kimbrough
Age: 20
Posted: February 28, 2000
the source
I paddle and paddle
I've made it out
I sit up to the sun and let it out
just me and my board and a few other friends
I watch the sets and pick my flavor
I see some double over head
you turn and pray and begin on your way
I paddle and paddle to get on the face
you feel the push and then on my way
I carve and cut
I feel the spray
the ride is over one more for the day
just me and the ocean no one to say
do this do that not even a "hey"
so quiet
so tranquil
I think I will stay
no problems no pain
that is why I say
surfing is for the soul
not for play
Author: eric "shaggy" kimbrough
Age: 20
Posted: February 28, 2000
found
this woman is pure
she is for sure
the dream
the vision
I've had for sure
her eyes
her hair
so beautiful so delicate
no one compares
I feel like Adam
I've found my eve
she is the one
who brings happiness to this heart
I love her touch
I love her kiss
the sound of her voice from her succulent lips
puts a smile onto my lips
so I thank you lord for letting her exist
she is wonderful and perfect
the most beautiful kiss
this woman you have made
has knocked me off my feet
all I can say is my life is now complete
Author: eric "shaggy" kimbrough
Age: 20
Posted: February 28, 2000
silence
death is death
a thought in my head
not constantly their
but still in my head
it rattles it rolls
so beautiful untold
just pull the trigger
one loud sound
no sight no sound
blood on the ground
and one spent round
you look you scream
you wish it a dream
you see the reality
right here on the ground
sirens and sirens
so now you care
way to late silence is here
Author: eric "shaggy" kimbrough
Age: 20
Posted: February 28, 2000
tangent
mother oh mother
why did you choose
this man you live with
he gives you boos
I am your son
the one to choose
you know I love you so why this you do
he hit me he'll hit you
I have no father this you know
so you walk out to do the same
what is your problem what did I do
some day you'll realize he fooled you
then the son you left alone
will not answer the door to his home
you had your chance
you showed no will
so this door will not open to you
Author: eric "shaggy" kimbrough
Age: 20
Posted: February 28, 2000
why
what is said
please not dead
this cannot happen
are you sure it is her
my fear is concurred
we rush we hurry
finally their
they say she is fine
"ICU"
I come to visit
she looks so good
her eyes are black
soul is blue
I begin to cry
lord thank you
she is alive I thank you
soon she'll laugh and pray to you
why her why her
this she did not deserve
Author: Stephen Mackay
Age: 22
Posted: February 28, 2000
Its like this
IT'S LIKE THIS......
Sitting in my pool of vacant thought I create a ripple of disturbance
Only to give birth a tidal wave
That saturates all my rational thought and reality
Maybe someday love will cease to exist
And all that's left is the blinding reflection of hurt
Two seconds too late I sit and wait
For that time that never existed
I pause for the degenerate question
That already begins to masticate upon volition
To dream the infinite dream
And dream the dream that dreams are made of
I vomit theses words a hundred times over
But still I yearn for satisfaction
And the laughter grows louder and louder
Giving way to that tedious repetition
Of pure reason and inevitable consequence
Straight faced and my collection of thought's placed
I raise my eye brows and say, entertain me
Author: Richard L. Banks, Jr.
Age: 37
Posted: February 21, 2000
A Mother's Plea
Cast not my life upon the rocks of desolation,
And deliver me not into the dark chasm of despair,
Know ye not that a mother's soul is her children,
And the very life within her is the joy of motherhood,
For the woman had been chosen from the beginning,
To be a vessel of life to all future generations,
The act of child bearing is the most sacred gift given to mankind,
And only she had been endowed with this special task,
For there is a spiritual bonding that occurs in the womb,
That neither dissipates or fades away after birth,
But continues to grow in maturity as she nurtures her young with unconditional love,
She cries when they cry, laughs when they laugh,
Their spirits have become one and no others can ever match such holiness,
To take a child from their mother would be like ripping a limb from her gentle body,
For it is very painful and sometimes irreparable,
But most of all it is cruel and unforgivable,
I know you love your boys as well,
But what you ask of me is non-negotiable,
They are the reason for my waking up each morning,
They are the very essence of my being,
And to take them away from me would drain the very life out of my soul,
I beg of you to reconsider and let things remain the same as they have been,
For if we are forced to battle it will not matter who wins or loses,
Because it will be our boys who will suffer the most damage,
And in the end only they will come out the REAL LOSERS!
Author: JEFFRY
Age: 30
Posted: February 20, 2000
THE MIND
THE MIND IS VAST
THERE IS NO END
NO THOUGHT IS YOUR LAST
THOUGHT IS A FRIEND.
CAN BE USED LIKE MAGIC
JUST GIVE IT A CHANCE
LIGHT YOUR MINDS WICK
AND LEARN YOUR MENTAL STANCE.
THE MIND WILL OVER POWER
UNACCEPTABLE THINGS WONT LAST
DON'T LET YOURSELF COWER
LET CREATIVITIES GROW FAST
SO GO TO YOUR FARSIDE
IT IS THERE TO EXPLORE
NO RULES TO ABIDE
LET YOUR MIND SOAR.
Author: JEFFRY
Age: 30
Posted: February 20, 2000
INNERSELF
IM SO CLOSE TO MY INNERSELF
ITS JUST AROUND THE CORNER
IT COULD BE AN ELF
OR A TERRIBLE LOANER.
I HOPE TO FIND IT SOON
OR POSSIBLY FADE AWAY
FOR IF IM NOT IN TUNE
SHOULD IT TAKE ANOTHER DAY?
TIME TO REST
AND STRENGTHEN MY MIND
THOUGHTS CONSTRUED AS PESTS
YES, JUST PUSH REWIND.
Author: JEFFRY
Age: 30
Posted: February 20, 2000
HUMANITY
OBSERVING, I NOTICED THE FRAIL, WEATHERED ELDERLY GENTLEMEN STROLLING
EMOTIONLESS ACROSS THE PARKING LOT, SPARKING AN ACTION OF MOTHERLY LOVE FROM
WITH IN. IN MY APPROACH I CALLED OUT "SIR" REPEATEDLY. DEAF TO CONVERSATION
MOST TAKE FOR GRANTED, HE SHOWED APPREHENSION IN THE VALIDITY OF WHAT HE WAS
HEARING. GAINING HIS TRUST, HE APPROACHED. IN MY OFFERING HE LOOKED WITH
AMAZEMENT THAT A TOKEN OF HUMANITY WAS BEING OFFERED WITH NO QUESTION OF "COULD
YOU SPARE?" A SIMPLE POUCH OF TOBACCO AND SOME SPARE CHANGE OFFERED WITH A FIRM
HAND SHAKE BRIGHTENED HIS DAY BEYOND THE SUN BEATING UPON HIS WEATHERED FACE. A
SIMPLE "GOD BLESS YOU" AND WE PARTED COMPANY.
Author: JEFFRY
Age: 30
Posted: February 20, 2000
OVERLOOKED FOOD FOR THOUGHT
TO QUESTION ANOTHER'S JOURNEY WITH DOUBT PRIOR TO QUESTIONING ONES PRESENT,
BUILDS WALLS OF DEAFNESS BETWEEN POSSIBLE ACCEPTANCE OF COMMON INSIGHTS ONE CAN
OFFER. WHO IS TO SAY THAT ANY INNER ENERGY OUTSIDE OUR OWN IS TO BE INTERPRETED
AS POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE? FOR THE VERY THING THAT DRIVES ONE WEAKENS ANOTHER.
OPENING THE INNER EAR TO THE "NOT SO NORM OF OTHERS" CAN TRANSPORT THE MIND TO
NEW ROADS OF MENTAL AWARENESS, LEADING TO MORE CHALLENGING PATHS LYING DUSTY AND
DORMANT WITH IN THE WALLS OF UNSPOKEN, UNTAPPED KNOWLEDGE. AS ONE TEARS DOWN
THE BLINDING WALLS, WE OFTEN REALIZE THAT PERCEIVED NEGATIVITY IS POSITIVE FOOD
FOR THOUGHT.
Author: Rebecca J. Robbins
Age: 44
Posted: February 16, 2000
Whispering Winds
Whispering winds, softly beckon unto me...
To come and sit beneath the pines...
So majestic is the sound of this gentle breeze...
As it calms my weary soul and sets it free...
Lulling me quietly into a peaceful trance...
Seconds, minutes, and hours go by...
And still I watch the graceful swaying of the tree branches...
While the whispering echoes yet all around me...
Sounding to me like a sweet melodious song...
Our secrets are safely hidden within the winds embrace...
And yet are never heard...
How lucky for us that this is so...
For otherwise who knows what might be told...
When next the whispering winds appear...
Sit back, close your eyes, and carefully listen to the wind...
Let your imagination take over...
Travel with the winds wherever you want to go...
Maybe some exotic far off lands...
Where true adventure awaits you...
Romantic, beautiful, and glorious places...
There's no end to the treasures you can find...
If you just relax and let your mind go...
Enjoy this magical and wonderful ride...
That so few ever get to experience...
Simply because so many...
Just don't take the time...
© R. J. Robbins
Author: Mark J. Argyle
Posted: January 20, 2000
Ode To Realization/The Cherub's Last Breath Is Spent
Stained to the rhetoric,
the cursed chains of my thought,
I cannot be a sense of imperfection any longer,
as the faceless masses stare with their cold eyes,
searing noise bombards me in the silence of my solitude,
I cannot be this any longer,
I need something god shaped,
my ‘chemical imbalance’ is really just a realization,
of what the dead world really is
I must have something more,
help me,
please, somebody help me
Author: Jason Caldwell
Age: 16
Posted: January 12, 2000
A True Friend
A true friend will do for you what they can.
They don't deserve to get a backhand.
A true friend knows when enough is enough.
They don't go behind your back and start stuff.
A true friend can never be replaced.
They don't throw fists full of dirt in your face.
A true friend doesn't want you dead.
They'd rather die themselves instead.
Author: Believer
Age: 13
Posted: January 3, 2000
The Fragility of Life
Life is so precious
So delicate
So fragile
It can be crushed in a second
A flickering flame,
snuffed out in the wind
A box of glass,
shattered against a wall
A piece of paper,
shredded by uncaring hands
BANG! A gunshot echoes through the night.
A life has been taken.
Slash! A knife glitters dangerously in the light.
A life has been taken.
Gasp! Hands wrap around a neck, squeezing tight.
A life has been taken.
Lives are being taken all the time
Snatched away by hungry hands,
Evil, greedy fingers
Pry at the lives of innocents
Pointless murder,
Tragic deaths,
Families are torn apart
So make the most
Of your precarious existence
For it may be ended at any time
Author: Amber Rybakowski
Age: 17
Posted: January 1, 2000
Drowning in Reality
I am shipwrecked in a stormy sea of pain,
Trying to face reality and going insane.
All my life I've tried to escape all my fears,
Only to wake up in a sea of tears.
At night I pray to get away from reality,
But in the morning I realize it's all stupidity.
The world will not stop for one broken heart.
Instead it will keep striving to tear the soul apart.
My heart is full of pain and I cry in vexation,
And try to piece together my shattered reputation.
It's all like a play, with no character missing.
Silently, I wonder, 'Is anybody listening?'
I smile and I laugh in pseudo gaiety.
I must be a good actress 'cuz no one sees through me.
I wish to drift upon a sea of strength and vitality,
But forever I will always be... drowning in reality.
Author: Anna Passmore
Age: 17
Posted: December 30, 1999
Her Share
The rivers have stopped
The clouds are no more
There's nothing but darkness
and pain to the core
Here ends her daydream
like the end of a life
the feeling of nothing
just sorrow and strife
with nothing and no one
a pointless, harsh mess
be swallowed by nature
end there lethal stress
A hint of regret
but to nothing she cares
a selfish existence
see coming her share
Author: Kelvin Sng
Age: 25
Posted: December 26, 1999
Runaway Guest
Seeing the same routine over & over
Can't believe The Days, are soon to be gone forever
This stage of life witness the best of lies
Telling the same story no one actually minds
Couples, about to walk down the aisle
I, invited to witness two pairs of eyes
Looking lovingly at the beginning of another life
My thought vanished out into the thin blue sky
To be totally invisible I rigidly decide
Redundant appearance is as good as suicide
More of such useless show & talk were to come
Would rather enjoy Duran Duran's 'Come Undone'
Author: m m
Posted: December 16, 1999
Despair
Despair is like a deep, deep well
Don't fall in it, for if you fell
You'd fall so far that all you'd see
Are walls and darkness (light would be
too far for you to see.) And you,
Forgetting light exists, would do
Nothing that might help you get out
You'll sink so deep you won't come out.
If you fall down, beware. Beware,
Do not give in to the despair.
Get out before you sink too far,
before your soul is split apart.
Author: Lioness
Age: 17
Posted: December 1, 1999
Heartbreaker
Again and again,
you break a heart.
You cause us great pain
when you turn to part.
Without any mercy at all,
you took one, than another,
till your ego was quite tall.
You had them all, there never was any other.
Then came one who caught your fancy,
her name was Jezebelle.
She was somewhat pampered and fancy.
Her voice like a bell.
But her heart belonged to another,
who was quite kind and thorough.
They were never like any other,
for their love was true, through and through.
Author: Lioness
Age: 17
Posted: December 1, 1999
Gentle Dove
O gentle dove,
nothing you fear.
You soar high above,
in the sky so clear.
Gentle dove in my hand,
so young, yet so old.
Alone in a strange land,
so scared, yet so bold.
Gentle dove so white,
running away, trying to hide.
Why not just soar in the heights?
Have no fear, a friend is by your side.
Who are you hiding from?
Where are you running to?
Now I ask you, come,
come on out, I have something to show you.
What do I have to show, you ask?
Trust is what I have to share.
Would you run from trust to,
or are you coming out to share.
White dove,
face your fears.
Learn to love.
Learn to listen....and hear.
Lioness
Author: aToMz
Age: 14
aToMz's Homepage
Posted: November 24, 1999
The Journey
Walking down the road alone,
The darkness envelopes my tired soul.
Weariness surrounds me,
I yearn for dawn
For then,
The sun would bring me warmth,
The cold wind would never attack me again.
The light would bring me energy,
To walk alone,
The Journey.
Author: R. Robbins
Age: 44
Posted: November 16, 1999
Anguish
Within this realm of pain and loneliness,
Is no one left in which to confess,
My inner hopes and lost dreams,
That constantly haunt me so it seems,
Day in day out I battle this place,
Of emptiness that I wish to erase,
Time won't heal the hurt inside,
For there's nowhere left to run and hide,
If no one comes to set me free,
Or hears my silent mournful plea,
Then I will surely whither and die,
Like the bud of a rose saying goodbye.
© R. Robbins
Author: Renee
Renee's Homepage
Posted: November 11, 1999
The Life That Depresses Me
As I look around
In our society to day
I wonder why
People turn out this way.
Turning their bodies
Into something their not.
Stressing their minds
By doing drugs all the time.
So don't do drugs,
That is my plea.
Do it for yourself,
And not for me.
Author: Amanda Hager
Amanda Hager's Homepage
Posted: November 5, 1999
Untitled For Now
I'll get drunk & make it ok - tonight
kill the pain with something other than
angry red slashes on porcelain skin
other than scarlet drops on comfy bed sheets
other than the waves of emotional
torment I've come to expect.
I'll get drunk & make it ok - tonight
kill the tears while killing my
ability to think clearly to
function rationally to let it out in
uncontrollable bursts of self
hatred and nasty scary things that bring the
desires I've come to fear so much.
I'll get drunk & make it ok - tonight
fuck up again like usual and
everything's always my fault anyway so
what? does it matter if I get drunk tonight and
hurt myself because I have no
FUCKING CLUE
how to
control the pain when I
am drunk - or when I am sober
or any other time
for that
matter.
Author: Mat Osterholz
Age: 15
Posted: November 2, 1999
Paul
Paul was a simple man
he lived in a can
He one day tried to join a band
But he ran into a jam
So he took off and ran
and went and bought a fan
boy what a man!
Author: Tyler Abigail Hotchkiss
Age: 18
Posted: October 28, 1999
The Wall
"I asked you not to do that!
yet you did it anyway."
The only response was silence,
and a look of utter disconcertment.
The blank stare, I thought,
could actually mean something.
In all truth, stared reluctantly into my eyes,
right through my infuriate soul.
The martyrdom began to swell within,
my mind and body, unbridling my tongue.
"Don't you have a reply for the fatuous thing,
which you have now damned yourself with?"
"Which I have damned myself with?
After all this, it is my fault as opposed to yours.
This destitution you have to be with me,
is a preposterous thing which has impelled me to damn you."
"Blame me! After the redundant whispers of your warm breath,
that sounded in another woman's ear.
After all the lies and complete hypocrisy,
which you have drenched my soul in.
The ludicrous notion of all this,
being my indiscretion.
Is it a felony to love?
To have such profound compassion,
towards the only thing I've ever possessed.
Don't you have any sort of response,
to this immense emotional tribulation?"
The only response, once again was silence,
and a look of utter disconcertment.
"I seem to be conferring with an infantile,
a person who is entirely incapable of devotion.
Who is in all totality inept to mature,
and be content with love.
My God! I am talking to a wall!
Nothing I express perturbs you.
When you do listen and conceive what I say,
you hurt and alienate me.
You deviate my intention to assimilate,
and to rectify the situation.
Your imprudent conduct is in your perception,
all due to my endeavor to bequeath myself to you."
Author: Tyler Abigail Hotchkiss
Age: 18
Posted: October 28, 1999
Forces
The winds of change,
bring forth upon me,
an unexplained nature,
dwelling within,
my subconscious mind.
From which my alterations,
of completeness,
begin to search again.
For seeking for the unknown,
is a meaningless path,
which many spend,
eternity wandering.
Author: Tyler Abigail Hotchkiss
Age: 18
Posted: October 28, 1999
Torn
A sense of fear
an almost self-loathing feeling
seeping its way into my reality.
While the torn thoughts
pull at opposite ends
of my dissatisfied soul.
The wretched weakness
in a constant infuriate battle
against my impudent strength.
From which all my emotions
are tossed around
like a doll...
whose child no longer desires it.
choices scattered,
memories prevail,
and the past rendered...
All because I admit defeat,
and let my past conquer my soul.
Author: Zoe Yaworsky
Age: 17
Lucky me, I am not like you
2 little cherubs, sitting on a bench
yours is the dark one: the trembling, trepid wench
Sad is the truth that you succumb to her
Scratching your mind, stroking her cherub fUr
Lucky me, lucky me
I am not like you
ScarreD & Jarred and poisoned,
by her baneful dew
Myne is an anGel,
FroLocking round my step
Feeding me good vibes, no liez
Not breeding on my fetch
Little Miss affliction, screaming down your womb.
Pilfering your reality, whispering her evil loon:
How Daddy is a bastard, and Mummy was a hoar
And that any moment soon, you will sink deep, your sweet blood pour.
Lucky me, lucky me,
I don’t hold what you keep.
Wedded to a bitch fairy,
Stealing all that you reap.
What a shame what a sham,
I take pity on your essence.
Your enticing fairy flaunter
Tearing harshly your presence.
FaTe had it this way, this fate it suX you see
You got born yourself, and then gave birth, to the bad ShE
FatteNing yoU uP, for the harsh, juicy END
Your dEatH will Be painfull, a walk arouNd hells benD
LuckY me, lucky me,
I am not like you.
Marred & tarred,
with her fatal guns and glue.
For myNe has a halo,
All pure, lush and white.
Preparing my sOul ,
For itz fast and rightful flight.
the end.
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