The Loss

Speechless. Very deep.

SPEECHLESS, DEEP, YET SPEECHLESS

otay tanks.....=) well i guess im gonna go im like super tired

I wont be back to school for a while im like hella sick i knew i shouldent have went to that parade it just made me worse...lol welp text you when i can byes

Wonderfully, beautifully, dark and twisted as always...Geez Alexz you need a kitten with long whiskers that can tickle your nose when it snuggles and purrs. And by the way silly head I have no clue what you mean about the last time we talked, you didnt offend me. see ya. Laurie

Could you actually email me? instead of on poetry soup? I mean unless you don't want to, but it would be easier than opening my email to open a new window to see what you wrote lol. I'm always on cause College students tend to always be on the computer lol. ~Michaela~

I'd rather ou not have my number (no offense) but you can always email me. ~Michaela~

I'm ok, haha, doing homework I really don't want to do. I just posted a new poem :) you might like it. How are you chica?

Well then I'm a great listener :) Blessings, ~Michaela~

I'm not good at giving advice especially because I went through what your feeling, maybe not the same things but your feelings echo how I felt a couple years ago. I still struggle a bit but I'm mostly over it. All I can say is, do you believe in God? Cause he can really help, especially when you don't want to think about all the bad that's happening, because he doesn't give us things we can't handle. And storms will come but they will always pass. Like I always say, hang in there.

This write is so sad alexz. You can be more than this, you have to believe you can, and i know that's hard and it may seem like you can't but you can. Always here to chat, keep writing :) ~Michaela~

i swear, if you have black hair, black lipstick, and more than ten piericings. I'm through with you. john

you have to grow out of somethings. reach a legal age. your being smothered by parents; but thats a good thing believe it or not. keeps you off of drugs from teen pregnacy and std's and if your lucky the kind of love that might make you kill yourself. get you into college or married to a succesfull man, yes, MAN!

This poem is so sad and disturbing. I'm hoping a talented poetes, such as yourself, has the strengh to see her own self worth and importance. You have a creative talent to write - it reflects your ability as a feeling, accomplished artist - please keep that in your mind, heart and soul. Wishing you joy, love and happiness during this Holiday season. Peace always, John

iz that how you really spell your name!

Pretty grim Alexz! Visceral and engrossing, like watching the aftermath of an automobile accident... compelling! Best wishes, Keith

Again i love diz song hollywood undead rocks lol....*GoodNight* its 1:43am and im effin tired lol Love:Joanie

What is it with you Alexandria? Why are you so trapped and bent on pain? Does it all infatuate you dear? Why do you hold onto it? Can you not, find a better way? We have spoken of this before-the darkness or light wherein one chooses to dwell? For either or-shall beget either or! Its really up to you dear! Only you can choose?!~"Love Always To All You Love, John!:)