I walk on the street with an empty mind, 
Trying to trace people, whom I can’t find, 
& I feel I am getting just too blind, 
With all my feelings gone down the grind!

This life is less Real, 
But an Illusion, & I find myself going down in this confusion!

People see the beauty of roses in Red,
But I look at the thorns & my heart dreads, 
I don’t understand why people cry, 
When someone dear to them die, 
All I can hear are my heartbeats loud, 
& The song in my ears as I walk in the crowd!

This life is less Real, 
But an Illusion, & I find myself going down in this confusion!

I see people smiling at me as I walk,
But I mistake this gesture as if they mock, But then a voice inside me Knocks, & Tells me “With Someone” I need to talk!

This life is less Real, But an Illusion, 
& I am now addicted to this confusion!

I call it "Illusion"

THE RESURRECTION
By Christine D'Ambrosio


You couldn’t leave well enough alone
Had to toss the old dog another bone

Yeah – I got my dishes, I got my key
Got your note and it galled me to read
How your best years were spent with me
But didn’t you leave? So how could that be?

Wishing me well while still spouting your love 
A word you don’t know the REAL meaning of….

But me – I gave you nine years in fact
Of loving you, of having your back
While you slept around citing “things” that I lacked… 
So now you’ve pulled out – it’s about time you packed!

And instead of  me feeling empty and blue 
I’ve realized I have nothing to lose… 
It’s my time now And no more you! 

BOREDOM
Elizabeth Camp

Around me the world goes on,
But in my mind, time has stopped.
Yes, in my mind time has stopped.
An emotion or action, I yawn -
Boredom has donned upon.
I gladly would have it swapped,
But feelings can’t be sold nor bought.
I’m Squirming in my seat,
I’m Doodling on my notes,
While the speaker clears his throat.
If only this bored attitude would retreat, 
And I could pay attention 
And maybe even find comprehension.

Am sitting quietly while
your sleeping.....
Cannot control my urge
to fall weeping.....

What was so fulfilling
deep inside.....
Has been replaced only
with my avid pride.....

I want nothing else but
to be completely accepted.....
Time agian, for me it seems
to be rejected.....

As we try to bend and weave
to make happen what we want to achieve.....
It seems we are lost if not relieved,
to yearn for what we believe.....

So I stay, with little hope..... 
unsure I can go on.....
Shamelessly Withdrawn!

Im Drowning
Chelsey Newlon

i float here alone
then i sink like a lost stone
im drowning
its dark and cold
i know its where i belong

i didnt want to do this
but you made me

i thought we would be
but we arent

im glad im gone
others might miss me
but you'll fake it

so i cover my head
fall into the water
i cant breathe, i have no pulse
im dead
i hope your happy with your new friend
im drowning

Go Now...Come Back Later
Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI

Do not stay in front of my troubles
And rattle my private feelings
Hereafter, do not touch my ideas
Do not revive my memories
Leave me to myself
Go now...
Come back later! 

Me, I depend on my loneliness...
I do not let other people trample
My love so easily
Leave me to myself
Go now...
Come back later! 

Me, I am accustomed to the sky's irony
It is of no importance
That I am discovered in my sleep...
I climb my trees myself
I water my flowers myself
Leave me to myself
Go now...
Come back later! 

Do not stay in front of my troubles
And rattle my private feelings
Hereafter, do not touch my ideas
Do not revive my memories
Leave me to myself
Go now...
Come back later!

-0-

A shot in a subway
Fernando Paganatto

And down there, going was he
With a kind of stranger see
Full of sadness and of concern
Devoid of the light eastern.

And there came a fatal bullet
So, as if the World was Ballet,
He felt down, spining on th’air
And stopping on the ground there

In beautiful final pose.
From the shot, was born a rose
The red rose of the death one
Who flied new skies to keep on.

And is coming the Guilt now,
To the shooter always follow.

My feelings.
By:Megan.

My feelings you don't care.
You crush them like they are nothing.
You tore my heart like a note you didn't want any one to read.
My feeling are useless in every way. 
There is no way to make you feel guilty.
I cut,I scream,I cry. 
Nothing seems to get you to notice how I feel inside.
You walk by me and notice my tears. 
But you don't ask why.
Its your fault I feel this way.
Its your fault I cut. 
Its your fault I cry at night when your not near.

VEINS
BY ANDREA ELLIS

Fascination with the unforeseen, ill-concieived disposition, 
Opening up of amphibian anxiety, pasting, baking inhibitions,

Honour left to demise.

Slow, Wasteful, Deaths,
Endings resting in shallow graves,
Lost, left, lost, unwanted pain
Costs, in moments not needed,
Paid, prices, all unforeseen.

Deliverance destined, can be sky,
Moving ahead, on, ahead, moving,

Deserve -ed, epitome of freedom, no worth.

Tripping over qualm-stricken moments
Life is straining toward universal tremors, 
Trafficking of healing fountains, foaming 
Preferences for all yellow feelings, trapped.

Jumping way below myself, cannot determine

Killing fields are deliverance, enlist me 
Take me out, shoot me full, 
Pain is SCREAMING, its all fair.

PAIN
Amy Kriozere 

How can I say my last goodbyes?
When I’ve barely begun to speak the scream.
But then again it was over just as words begin to form 
And the time this took to dissolve into my bones 
And utter sounds without cries No longer matters as much 
It’s somehow soothed by your presence.
Do I want to open the creepy box again?
I am afraid yet compelled to touch a hot stove.

  ALONE
Rick Ritter

Alone, afraid, scared of life
Which door do I take
Who will hold my hand
Am I by myself
My face is wet, my head hurts
all alone
In the dark, Bright days of Spring
My children look to me
Bright eyes, sad souls, so young
Unconditional love
I see them hurt, nothing I can do
Sad, alone, full of pain
How do I fix myself
Medicine, a dark room, sleep, love
I look back to the days of childhood
Innocence, excitement, belief
I'm at the road, two paths
uphill, downhill
Do I let her go, I awake startled
Was my dream real, is she home by my side 
Devilish red eyes staring at me 
Two in the Morning Still alone, afraid, scared of living.

-0-

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ALL MY DREAMS AND WISHES FADED INTO THE DARK I'M WALKING BARE FOOTED. 
I WISH NOT TO LEAVE MY MARK
FOR THE  ONES WHO HAVE LEFT ME BEHIND
SOME WERE   CRUEL AND SOME KIND
NOW I'M ALL ALONE BUT IN PEACE
ENJOYING EVERY BITS AND PIECES
OF THE moment  OF  BLISS,.

strichcon