

ForgottenThis is our last chance I love you But love only gets us so farForgotten
I climbed the mountain Just to tumble my way back down Never saw the summit By the time I was there, I was halfway gone
The fear felt on my way up I ignored Should have listened to my head But my heart won the internal struggle
Do I regret climbing the mountain? Somedays For these wounds will never heal But then I look at my reflection And I am proud of the woman underneath
For I see strength and courage A person unafraid of a challenge
On


TrickCould you just stop Stop Take a last look back Right now Do you see that girl? Yes, the one staring back at you Well? Nothing Or the sound of a heartTrick
b r e a k i n g


What Happened to Your ID?Frantically searchingWhat Happened to Your ID?
For my ID
Looking under the numerous papers Lying carelessly on my floor
Hurriedly brushing aside Broken c.d. covers
Stepping on
Neglected stuffed animals
While tripping over Rejected books
CRASH
A dusty stereo Hits the side of my head
I tumble Onto a pile of dirty laundry
CRACK
A forgotten mirror Shatters
I force
Myself to stand up
Cautiously I step forward
Nothing
Slowly I take another


UntitledThese tears keep falling Ever so slowly Down my cheeksUntitled
The memories of better days Force their way To the front of my mind
My hands are trembling Ever so violently As I read your letter
My strength is nonexistent I am vulnerable And in pain
I let the letter fall Softly to the ground And bury my face within my hands
Emotions overwhelm me Anger, frustration Sadness
I attempt to bury The pain of this rejection But I fail
And the tears continue to fall Ever so slowly &


Finding your placeFinding your place in life can be hard. Being pulled left and right. Not knowing were to go.Finding your place
Everything falls. You break. Everything shatters without warning. You’re not ready for the hurt and the pain. It comes anyway. Everything you ever kept inside just falls out. That one tear is shed.
When will we ever see the pain we cause each other? Talking behind each others back. Giggling when others aren’t there. We talk because we are insecure about ourselves. We feel as though we have to go along with everyone else. When we aren’t in the “in” c
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We can breathe in space;;they just don't want us to escape.
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I am known by many names, have many faces, and only one know which is real------ME!
UMMM ME TOO----
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Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality. -Jules de Gaultier
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