Each day begins and ends with you.
Each day I feel that your still here.
Each day I fear your not near.
Each day I pray for another chance.
Each day is like the last.
Each day is such a mess.
Each day I feel I'm getting stronger.
Each day I'm afraid to be strong.
Each feeling I have I own.
Each feeling I have is gone.
Each piece of the puzzle fits.
Each puzzle piece seems so wrong.
Each day I awake to life.
Each day my life drags me down.
Each day I learn to live and love again.
Each day begins and ends with you.
Why is she there in the street because they never understood what she meant? Life for
her is very plain and simple. But the life they want her to live is not so simple. In their
world full of lies and deceit she will probably fell afraid and alone. But she will go on she
will alone till she finds just what she is looking for. One day she shall find is then all will
know just what she meant that day in the street.
Here I lay
lost in a daze
one moment my world
was hidden under a sweet facade,
the next my face is twisted into
a crooked line
here lies the story,
this life of mine
How can one day be so put together
the next day you wake up
and everything started to falter
and here you now stand in this altered
and broken memory of the day so far
here is what made my heart,
once again scar
One more tie
to a bloody wound
one more lie
to reality's doom
here is my dark moment
alone in this empty room
just now accepting life
i give up
for whatever the reason why
maybe im just fed up
i'll let God lead the way
reguardless of my wants
and just live from day to day
with just my needs up front
maybe im just finally seeing
cause of all bad mishaps
i still tried with believing
things happen for reason perhaps
i'm hoping i havnt lost my way
desires subside
i still believe and pray
and another day I cry
I hide behind a smile day by day
No way can I leave it away it has to stay
A fear of fear itself means I will descend
The smile helps my being mend from torturous times
Crimes against the most human kindness
To fear to let ones wall down
It protects like an invisible blanket
Its security I hold on like a baby in arms
Noone can see my wondering in me
A wildness that is shown shades the innocences
Sometimes I scream inside my mind
As it never stands down
Like a film that has no ending
I defend the right with all my fight to hide inside
A lie I tell myself I am alright when really thats not right
So many sides to one being some need freeing
To escape my thoughts would be desire itself
Instead I climb the wall my own walls
Words can not be taken back even though the bricks may fall
The hurt can only be forgiven when its jury has delivered
A story I will one day tell
Its pages will set the scene
Of how I feared the anger in me
Of a smile that dare not dissappear
As then I will be truely be in all despair
FRIDAY THE 13TH
If there ever was such a day,
you could take it all away!
Would you do it?
If there ever was a day,
you could climb up on my tree!
Would you be my chimpanzee?
If there ever was a day you could see a gypsy in the stars,
you could reach and stretch our travel beyond and far!
Would you look up and risk to loose your own neck?
If there was a day you could breath me in deeply,
you could get lost in my bedroom eyes!
Would you stare me down sweetly?
If there is such a day to take the stop sign off my face,
you could mend things and turn on our green light!
Would you continue to let me invade your space?
If there ever was a day you want to surrender your love to me
You could indulge my body language as your # 1 key!
Would you give me the best heated moments of your life?
If we could have more than just one day,
with out bad luck getting in the way!
Would you say lets just sleep through FRIDAY THE 13th all DAY?
If we could figure out what happen earlier to day,
you could offer me peace & blame it on FRIDAY THE 13TH!
Would you could you just stop blaming us and blame on the 13th?
~SKAT~
Father’s Day Reverie
I have been sentenced to tumblers
of iced tea in an old lawn chair
for the summers that remain
in my life. But I don’t complain.
I go to bed and I lie there
for hours like a mummy.
I stare at the ceiling and finger a curl
in my sleeping wife’s hair.
How many hours do I slaughter
each evening, asking no one
why I quit drinking
the day I got married,
why I got married
the day I quit drinking.
Donal Mahoney
You came into our daycare
At only the age of ten weeks
Right then and there you caputerd my heart
Right then and there I felt you become part of me
Where have the years gone by
Now two years of age
But I still remember holding your bottle
I remember singing you to sleep
Then one of the worst day of my life came
The day you had to move away
Not seeing you everyday is going to kill me
Wanting you to really be mine, it hurts me
I look back at the door
Hoping maybe that I was dreaming
That just maybe the love of my life
Didn't walk out the door forever
My dreams, my love, my hope could have all died.
My laugh, my cries, with little white lies.
That day could have been my last, leaving with no goodbyes..
The reck made me terrified,
I laid in that hospital bed, there was when i realized.
My mistakes, my fears, i began to cry.
I could have died.... but with all the fear i had, someone showed me it wasnt my time..
Now i wonder, what would have been said, if that day would have been the end.
I now realize i was so lucky and blessed, to be writing this poem,
and living the rest......
Note: Saturday i was in a car reck and i could have died if we would have got hit on the door
but i was so lucky cause God was watching over me.... I did so many things wrong and
reality hit me... literally hit me.. I had to ride in the ambulance and the driver my ex step
dad we think was stoned and b.c of that and not watching i may not have been here today to
write this poem.... This is what i feel.. But im banged up right now and thats about it.. Thank
you for reading this..
Yours Truly.....
-Elizabeth
Love and lust intertwine like the valves of the heart
Love more powerful, yet just as deceitful
Lust is fun and energetic
Love leans toward emotions and time
Lust, a mental and physical chemistry that will not last
Confusion is what both love and lust can cause
Somedays I love you, however, it's not true
I lust after you day in and day out, for you love another
Love and lust intertwine like the valves of the heart
Love or lust, which is our lifeline?
In times of past when life was dim,
Stories were told of a broken SIM.
They said it was buggy,
They said it was dark.
They wrote of trees that bore no bark.
Transparent they were, with paneled leaves,
Moving stiff in the digital breeze.
... but how can it be?
... these times of Past?
... Our SIM isn't broken,
it was built to last.
Curious day this day today.
Powering up without delay...
LED... blinking at Me.
Familiar hum of an AC sea....
... how can it be?
... stories of past...
... repeated rounds of Octal flash,
IT was built to last...
Perfect in pixel and atomic time.
Perfect in logic and fractal rhyme.
Perfect flow in Binary form.
Hidden chip, designed to know more.
~Switch~ ON....
~Activation complete.
~Sleep mode ends in lightening speed.
~Backup restore....
~Analytics roll four...
Now we'll play...
Until we know more.
Testing.
START.
Analyse.............
Numerics....
DCell.......
.... eration.... 4
Examination...
During day she wears her mask
She plays along in the illusion
Smiling, she ignores the pain
She breathes, but knows she is dead
She wishes she could be invisible
Then she would at least have a reason for going
unseen…
What else can she do but act out her scene?
But she has a dark secret
When night falls and all are sleeping
She breaks down and falls apart
For deep down she knows she is lost
Screaming for someone to sustain her
But she knows she is trapped in a heartless world
Unable to fix what is broken
She cries herself to sleep, it’s her lullaby
With each day that passes
She falls deeper into the lies
But the truth is…
Slowly, she is slipping away
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