quinta-feira, 18 de junho de 2009

Blood


The sun is shining,
But my eyes see no light.
I see black,
I see people laughing,
But all i hear is the screaming.
What is wrong with me?
All I feel is pain.
I see my blood gushing from my wrist.
Sitting in my room all alone,
I feel crowded,
My mind is yelling
"Nobody loves me!"
Is all I hear all day long,
when I sleep I dream of death
The blood has covered the floor,
I feel light headed
The pain rushes through my body like lighting
hitting th ground.
I think of everything I have been through,
rape, drunk parents, beatings by boyfriends, almost killed,
Now everything is gone
Its silent
and as i take my last breath I whisper
"I guess this is all I have worked for......Suicide!"

domingo, 24 de maio de 2009

WAR


War Means

War Means death
War Means destruction
War Means fire
War Means bombing
War Means sorrow
War Means turmoil
War Means tears
War Means guns
War Means blood
War Means confusion
War Means explosions
War Means mutilation
War Means sickness
War Means killing
War Means occupation
War Means loss
And lots more

But after one side
Or the other side
Has finally had enough
And lays down their arms
To surrender and give up

War Means Peace

segunda-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2009

Angels




There are those who believe,
So the story is told,
That at birth you receive
Your own Angel to hold.
You come into this world
On a wing and a prayer
And throughout your lifetime
She will always be there.
A guardian Angel
Who will guide what you do,
Her pure essence is love,
Sent to watch over you.



Dream







Once a dream did weave a shade

O'er my Angel-guarded bed,
That an Emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broken I heard her say:

``O, my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see:
Now return and weep for me.''

Pitying, I drop'd a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied: ``What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

``I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home.''



segunda-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2009

Darkness




Walking down the darkened hall, I hear a spooky sound
Approach another corner, do I dare go round
The darkness all around me, can barely see a thing
What awaits me round the bend, what will the next turn bring
I rush around the corner, and see a ghostly face
I cannot see the details, my heart begins to race
Feeling round I find a switch, I turn it on to see
On the wall an old mirror, the face in it is me