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paul Jan 21, 2007

His Yesterday

The door is closed
As pain is exposed
Sick of the rejection
Strives for perfection
Pursuer of his dreams
Victim to their screams
Tears are never shown
His passion is known
As he picks up his pen
He travels to back then
To before he met pain
A place that will remain
In his mind for all time
Where a smile is no crime
A land that only he knows
Full of Broadway shows
Oh he misses those nights
Without the constant fights
As he writes his last line
His face starts to shine
Like he did in the past

paul Jan 21, 2007

I will Proceed

How do I ignore
All that I adore
My dreams scattered
As if I never mattered
Silence is all I receive
My words they deceive
Is it right or is it wrong?
Am I weak or am I strong
Once again silence prevailed
In their eyes I have failed
They shamefully point at me
As they curse who I want to be
Poetry is a hobby not a profession
Some called it a cruel obsession
I was taught to do my very best
I declined their every single request
Have I really made the wrong choice?
Silence will not mute my lonely voice

Hopeless_J Jan 21, 2007

Spare Me Your Midsky Screaming

The domonant moonbeams and strong yellowy rays from outside in the busy street,

Shoot staight in through the curtains to glow vibrantly upon my walls,

But they still don't reach me,

All forms of vision and all my light are downed out underneath these heavy sheets,

Where I whimper bitter in the darkness - I cringe, curled up and reminisce,

Reinventing all those stupidly wasted moments and the millions of chances that I've missed,

And I pray all the way to Jesus that they'll come back to me.

AllisPks Jan 19, 2007

Final Farewell

This I writ is my way of letting go, and living on It seems like just yesterday that you were here And, Now You'v taken your final farewell I'm here to wish you well, to say one final..I love you Remembering yesterday and remembering all we did And all we said And, Now Today is the day to say farewell and good-bye for now And, Not forever I will one day see you and you will see me And, Then That will be a day no tears will fall only smiles we will show Till then I will know forever and a dya You will be watching over me As a guardian angel Sent for me from heaven above Today my friend you've

Patricia_legacy Jan 18, 2007

Crossing The Merrimack

As I walk along the bridge I shiver,

all my life I’ve Known this river.

The stories of it’s glorious past,

away the good years gone so fast.

While once it was our power source

it’s now become a jogging course,

and since the Industrial Revolution

our river’s products have become pollution.

Cathy Jan 16, 2007

Looseing it all

With fear raceing thru me like a lightening bolt in a thunder storm.

I sit and I wonder what will happen..

Tears rolling down my face like a water fall over the side of a mountin..

I sit and I wonder what will happen..

My insides feeling like a shakeing leaf on a tree during a windy day..

I sit and I wonder what will happen..

Unsure if i can make it thru all that is happening..

I sit and I wonder what what will happen..

Will I still have a place to lay my head soon..

Cathy Jan 15, 2007

Behind The Shadow Mask

Nobody really knows what hinds behind here.

With me saying one thing when really I feel another inside..

Shakeing and wanting to cry so badly inside..
Smileing and laughing on the outside..
How can I let others see when they may not understand me..

With them maybe thinking I just need to let it all go.

That can not always be done.

Hideing behind the shadow mask..

Scared of finences and if I am going to make it..

Unable to admit I need some help..

Cathy Jan 14, 2007

Something I Never Told Anyone

Hideing under the covers with a teddy bear in her hand..

Crying silently from fear of being there..

For tonight she is in the house where he does not even have to call her there..

She curls up tight with her teddy bear..

In hopes she can just disappear and pretend not to be there..

She hears the bedroom door squeking in his house though..

No place to run..

She has to stay there all night..

With her teddy bear in her arms she freezes there..

Phaeties Jan 14, 2007

Flames

The flames are dying

Cathy Jan 14, 2007

Winter's Bitter Wrath

We see them under every bride we pass...

In a box in every alley we may look down..

These are the places that they live in the day and in the night..

Being forced to dig and beg for food in ways we would never even think..

Could they of once been the neighbor we have have forgotten that was always a help..

Maybe the best friend from school that was the only one that allowed us to be ourselves..