

StolenA year ago, When I heard 'Lost' The word would conjure thoughts of favorite socks and bobby pins fallen into some obscure and unknown abyss Or spirited away by siblings; Of the Rolle's Labrador, Bobby,Stolen
That no one's seen since last year.
But now I think of a kinky haired chocolate skin skin girl of 5 feet 2 inches who forged on with me through fad diets and all those days
When only tears could speak.
I think of your parents saying that the police had given up hope. I think of J crying; telling me how he regretted letting


WicKEdSweet sleep is solely for the sane Rest, for the 'reborn' Joy, for the blissfully mundane Dreams, for hearts not yet tornWicKEd
What is left? What remains? What has trickled down to keep We who are called 'the wicked'? We who once could only weep?
What name has this abomination? This gift for those chosen to shoulder the blame? We who had prayed for ice and water; We who had prayed they'd quell their flames.
Instead, thrown down to us Is the only thing strong enough to bear with us so that we may cope. Some call it frozen rage, some call i


Life Through The EyeFrom the darkness, into the light, This alone begins life. Stirring imaginations, day dreams, Free world is how it seems. Long awaited best friend now found, Someone to hang around, At the stage of a child: Ever loving, ever wild, Ever seeing, ever ready, Ever moving, yet ever steady, Every day's sun's eclipse, All alone, trembling fist. Hard times growing up, Dificulties never stop. True love, first kiss, Eyes blinded by love's mist. Heart stops as gun lifts, Teardrops, deathsweat, Gun fired, sudden death.Life Through The Eye


CompartmentalizationYou know somethings wrongCompartmentalization
When you wake up in the morning and Cant remember who you are Because forgetting was the only way to find sleep; When youre asked how you feel And your mind goes blank; When the music when the words when the drawings Refuse to form into something meaningful then into anything at all Because you simply dont remember the whys and hows
We have lost so many within the winter storms of life And now, with no tombstone to mark the burial sites of Love and Joy Of Peace of Mind We are a peop
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❤ you make me breathless
by the way you look at me ❤
Thanks For The Fave on my first DD !
Interesting poetry you got
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Life is good, skateboarding is better...
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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c-ya
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