Posted by Perstefanie

For the rain is full of ghosts tonight

That tap and sigh

Upon the glass, and listen for reply

For not-forgottenones that not again

Will turn to me at midnight

With a cry.

Posted by darcsoftuch

Where do they go?

The all so lost

Do they sit in silence?

Thinking they are not

Cared about

 

They put their tattered

And lonely pants on

 

They squalor

in

their meager,

non existence

 

Total frozeness

no appetite

for days

 

drug oneself

to not feel

 

then all of a sudden

 

somebody says

they

have

been

thinking

about

you

 

somebody totally

out of the

blue

 

and thats

all what

you

really

wanted

 

someone

to

think

about

you

Posted by Kimah1

Who Am I?

 

 

Who exactly am I?

What am I to be?

I want to search deep in my soul,

and find the real Me!

 

My identity is trapped inside.

Why does it cause me pain?

If I want to find Myself,

I guess I should be game.

 

But, I am scared of what I'll find!

- Frightened of Myself.

If I don't try, I will not fail,

So, I sit back on the shelf.

 

Do the tears that fill my eyes,

mean that I am weak?

Or do they mean that I am lost,

and too affraid to seek?

 

Will I ever find Myself?

Will I see the Soul inside?

Will I be whole, instead of half?

Will I gain strength and pride?

 

The person inside cries to be free.

I cry when no-one's near.

All I want is to be at Peace.

What is it that I fear?

 

Am I scared of what I'll find?

I can't be all that bad?

So, why can't I just search Myself,

and cease from being sad?

 

Will I one day, be able to say

"This is the Real Me"?

Or will I still be searching

- Fighting to be free?

 

 

Written by Kim Shirley - Aged 16 years - 1992

Posted by summerwind2006

Creations

 

walking in our world

bare feet upon soft green grass

the life giving earth below

 

as the sun shines down

a shadow drifts over the ground

following footsteps

 

touched by the wind

gently tossing long hair

bringing scents of spring

 

falling to the ground

the shadow lies still

the blue sky shows its beauty

 

white clouds touch the sky

a large hawk circles above

trees reach to the heavens

 

the wind makes leaves dance

and carries prayers above

To The Creator

Posted by jimmh1954

THIS ONE IS CALLED SOMETHING TO PONDER      http://thegoodnessoflife.com     Hope you enjoy it and peace be to you ...

Posted by syringachalet

We cant all be heros.....

 

Some of us have to sit

 

on the curb and clap

 

as the rest go by....

Posted by syringachalet

Masquerade

 

Man wears a mask of many shapes and colors

 

Trying to hide his hearts inner most desires and pains

 

Hoping to be accepted by the masses;

 

Knowing he must face this world.

 

But in a dark corner when solitude is granted

 

The mask is removed the tears revealed.

 

The wounds when covered can only fester themselves

 

Growing even more intensely wreched

 

Leaving scars that will marr a human life.

 

But dont we all have a mask we hide behind?

Posted by Dairylander753

where do you turn?

 

when life seems without hope,
when you can no longer find
even the smallest bit of light for your path,
where do you turn
to find solace or peace?

 

when the professionals tell you
there are treatments but no cures,
so they give you more meds
and you feel you are
losing more than you’re gaining,

where do you turn
to find wholeness and healing?

 

when friends and family turn away,
when they cannot bear to look at your pain,
or hear it in your voice one more time,
when you see that your life, your struggles, your illness
embody what they fear
could happen to them or their children,
when they wish you’d just get over it
and you wish you could, too,
where do you turn
to find companionship along your journey?

 

when words like,
“How are you?”
are said so often and so insincerely
that your automatically give
your abridged and censored answer,
where do you turn
to try to tell your story?

 

when well-meaning people tell you to
“Just give it all to God”
and you wonder if God even exists
beyond the human construct of religion,
social rules to keep us all in line,
when God seems so far away,
where do you turn
to even dare to pray?

 

when no place feels like home,
when nothing seems to fit,
when you feel you’re mostly on the outside looking in,
where do you turn
to find a place where you belong?

Posted by michaelwiz

Paradise

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Paradise

Poker

Lost

Cheesburger Town for

The Bahamas

The Vietnamese are there

Making paper models

Out of air

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Ecstasy

MDMA

XTC

PMA

Who’s Adam?

Well…none of those

Dancing and Fumbling

In the Pink Moonlight

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Provides a Gateway to a Trans Union

Express Highway?

Only in my brain

Britain at work

The Geophysicist told me

Incapacity Blair targets

The Blair Witch is in Downing Street

Perfect Vision in my head

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The consequence of a brain invasion

Not viral but caused by a worm

Yucky Blaster

Creates a helpline crisis

Not to worry now

Natural balance achieved

The Samaritans act good

They S.A.V.E

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Posted by Moonfrye111hotmailcom1

Stupid little poem.....

 

I feel so lonely, like no ones at home,

Me, outside myself walking alone,

I scream to the stars, but no one hears,

Again, there's more emptiness followed

  by tears.

 

Moonfrye