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Alone or not?

Would I be alone or not?
In this world where wrong seems right.
Would I be alone or not?
Along the streets I walk at night.
Would I be alone or not?
When I’m being pushed around.
Would I be alone or not?
When I’ve been shoved to the ground.
Would I cry or not?
When I’ve been pushed to my limits.
Would I smile [...]

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Broken Strings

Let me hold you for the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can’t feel anything
When I love you and so untrue
I can’t even convince myself
When I’m speaking it’s the voice of someone else
Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts [...]

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Wondering…

I just started wondering,
Why I like him.
He’s totally different from me,
And I’m not talking just about personality.
I keep wondering,
Why I like him.
When he makes me cry sometimes,
Somehow I can’t hate him.
I still do wonder,
Why do I like him.
Sure he does make me smile,
But then why do I feel that’s enough, when I know it isn’t [...]

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Why?

Why?
I asked that question over and over again.
And then every time they would answer,
Why not?
I shut my eyes,
I put my hands over my ears.
Their whimpers’ and cries,
They called out to me even though I tried not to hear.
Why?
I asked again today,
Why destroy them?
What did they ever do wrong?
Why not?
They bring us money.
They give us warmth [...]

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Angel

His eyes burned with anger,
They glowed crimson red in the dark.
His hand protectively covered me,
His wing wrapped around me.
That was what I felt,
No– what I remembered from the dream.
I walked through the forest shivering from the cold,
But vividly remembering his wing I felt warm.
As I stumbled through the dark,
My hands instinctively grabbed something to break [...]

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Choice

“I didn’t have a choice.”
Natalie said over and over again.
Giving away all she had,
For nothing but a miserable life.
She sold her shop for drugs,
She sold her house for nothing more than 300 pounds.
But her excuse was her addiction,
Her crying was hopeful redemption.
A few people looked at her with sympathy,
But only one looked at her with [...]

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Laugh

In the last few days,
As he walked along the streets.
He felt like crying,
A swarm of emotions would come over him.
Just last week,
His mother had been killed.
A few days after that,
His wife died of cancer.
Somehow each day,
He never got over the fact it was his fault.
Somehow every minute,
He never got over the fact that they [...]

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