“ Regret”

By David Lee Ward

Thoughts of what could have been,

That never came to pass…

Dreams not made reality, as seen

Through rose colored glass!

When one is young regardless,

Of how humble their origins sprung!

When told to believe in their ability, less

One more life will be forever unsung.

Hard work and desire will accomplish,

What your lack of social stature cannot!

Though I believed I know now how childish,

This lesson I never forgot.

Cynical am I and full of regret,

For my dreams could never have been,

Of great pride to me and allow me to net,

All things believed that should  have been!

NEW YORK THEN

I felt tepid tears of New York city

invigorating oases of green islands, pulsate fountains

forlornly occupied benches

and railing from steel

and cement

in embrace of civilization metal sculpture wild animals

and stream human beings in every course

I felt tepid hearts

son and motherhood who lost father

felt tepid tears dry and dead beat eyesight

radius turn curve no-dial being how telephone number

and yet them it go out

and yet them it go out

beyond not fly

thousands soul victims and child of children

in foliage sun shining

even leaf rose spanning lament

to honour life and deaths

"DEAD DREAMS"     
Kimzee

I hated the incessant chatter of that dream, that dream.

Hope tirelessly anticipating & reality forever frustrating.

So I killed it! I choked the life right out of it & buried it's remains deep, deep down,

Then I longed for the clamor. The whisper, whisper that filled the ears of my heart. I yearned for the ache of that pain, sharp & delicious. Throbbing, throbbing. The pulse that reminded me I was alive.

Once, I thought...Where do dead dreams go? But, now I know, I'm sure I know! They're divine, resurrecting from the dead, a ghost invading your head. Echoing for eternity... "REMEMBER ME"

MY CAGE

GARY LEE

I sit at home nothing to do.

So all i do is think of you.

I think so deeply I have no mind to spare.

Thoughts so deep its as if I were there.

I think ahead to an older age.

I see myself and I am in a cage.

This cage is special, it is of my making.

I made this cage to stop the aching.

Its in my mind what should I do.

All I know is it keeps me from you.

I broke this cage, for good i hope.

But now I know, it is myself I broke.

The cage showed me what I did not behold.

It makes me work for them untill I am old.

I wish i could take the cage, just throw it away.

But just like my love for you, it is here to stay.

I will die in this cage, that is my greatest fear.

But i pray the day i die is not very near.

Why does it hurt, When it shouldn't at all?

Why do you cry, When you don't even fall?

Why should it matter, If your the only one who'd care?

Why would you worry, If she still was there?

Why would you bring up,

something that never goes away,

Why would you do it,

if it just pushes me away?

Apologies aren't the same,

if you've said them all before,

Anger and sadness isn't worth it,

When other emotions are so much more.

Even if it's petty and doesn't mean a thing,

Its still what I feel inside and what I keep within.

It's not going to matter,

I promise not to mention it again.

But what I feel inside,

Will build up in the end.

-REALLY DOES MATTER-

-Mike Crisci-

A SIMPLE CHOICE

by: Summer

Days gone, time past,

never to come back.

Staring silently against the wind

shall I ever see again?

My hair whips my face as I stare down the road.

The road to no where in my mind,

to where I hope to never find.

Never find the bad news,

never have to lose what I choose.

As my heart cries out to take a new path,

I wonder, will I ever come back?

Will I ever return to this forsaken place,

where I can no longer see my true face?

Where my real identity is hid from others,

in the bed,

under the covers.

A simple choice I could make today,

do I hide it all or just walk away?

The cool embraced mortality

Has never been so divine

Take a look around tell me what you find

A knife, a razor blade, a piece of mind

Find a way to internal

This is were you’ll hide

MEMORIES

Starla Knoll

thoughts today

tantalizingly arouse

lonesome memories

         memories

         without you

         I waste yet another day

future memories

ignite the potential of

love profound

         how did you find me

         amidst my secret hiding

         place that is no more?

LEAVING

From the road, street light

Glares harshly on this small house,

No longer my home.

MELANCHOLY

           Ashleigh DeMallie

   This depression keeps building up inside my head,

 The voices are getting louder as i lie here in my bed,

   I cannot fight them, for they'll always win.

 I can feel them tug, from underneath my skin.

   I cannot escape them, for they always within.

 I take control and slit my wrists,

   I watch the cold blood drain, smiling because i feel no pain,

 Tingling is all, with this sensational bliss.

   The creatures are dead....

 From my deadly kiss

I'm  Ready To Leave

I'm ready to leave, I don't want to try anymore.

I can't handle it any longer, my pain is too great to ignore.

I'm going far away, there's nothing anyone can do or say to stop me.

I'm sorry I can't stay, this is how it must be.

Never doubt how much I love you, and know the fault is no one's but my own.

I just pray you can one day forgive me, for leaving you all alone.

This is the only way I know to end, the guilt and depression that with I cannot cope.

You'll be better off without me, then a for a chance for happiness you'll have hope.

Although you'll never see me again, please do not grieve.

I've destroyed my life and reasons to live, and now I'm ready to leave.

"War" 
Rachel Cockfield

It all started on September 11th, that horrible day

That all those lives were taken away.

Now because of Iraq we all went to war, I mean Osama is the one we should blame. His name is appearing everywhere I go on cars, shirts, every where I look its Osama, Osama.

They know we are going to beat them but only by God's will.

That's why Americans pray to try to get us through this war.

The war started on March 19, 2003 while I was at home. It was on every News channel, I tried to flip around the channels to try not to think About this scary thought.

But it kept going through my mind like it was my fault.

Since then I think the world has come together.

We rely more on each other then we did before.

I hope you know what we're fighting for.

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom i say. That is what everybody wants today.

Some people don't have it, some people don't care.

But me, I thank God everyday for putting me here.

So I hope you don't take you freedom for granted, because you never know What could happen today or even tomorrow. So please pray and thank God Today. For what he has given you.   

"pest"

the western mind in total,

is infested with a "pest".

"the incurable pest" of "greed".

the "illness" was discovered,

in the laboratories of the diseased

and is named, "consuming sickness".

"the illness" effects such people,

with symptoms, which turn them into

"puppets", attached to the string of

their widespread, sickening misery.

Throughout a dark, black forest, I walk alone, feelings of loneliness and despair drill me to the bone.

As I walk, the demons are tearing at me, in a desperate struggle to claim my soul, why do they do this? I only wanted to take a stroll.

I trip over a dry rotted log, and the trees seem to shake with laughter and deceit, but no matter what goes through my mind, i'll always step back up on my feet.

They can put the burdens and weight on my back, because on the inside, I know I have the strength that they think I lack.

But here in this forest is where I am meant to stay, and now instead of laughing, the trees begin to sway.

They can see that i'm changing, and i'm not changing for the good, I tried everything, i've told them everything that I could.

They're all running from me now, trying to escape, but they can't, and i'm tired of all the pain.

The Key                
By Randy Lane 

 

          Blessed is he whose found the key

                 to open up the door

          For in will come Father and Son

                 to live forever more

          Giver of light restore my sight

                 to gaze upon your golden shore

          Now saved from sin my life began

                 when I open up the door

         

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SHADOW

Jo Grant

 

Today my name is shadow

I walk in the shadow of the big man,

who treds hills and mountains in paint

and canvas, revealing dreams unspoken

to those that can hear.

 

Today my name is shadow

 a faceless image

flickering almost there, my words lie like leaves

fallen from a tree, my hopes like the bud.

 

Today my name is shadow

with mysteries no one can see,

no one can feel. Alone I glide through

mists of life.

 

TODAY MY NAME  is SHADOW