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| June 2003
Mystery gathers a hope of choice Somewhere remote so no one can hear its voice A binging screech, and a blanket of darkness falls and... ...tho the wind serves no purpose this nite, the cold bitterness replaces the fright I raise my hand to my face, a hot and dizzy glow takes its place Passing out on a beach full of thorns, too late for a silence of mourn |
| July 3, 2003
My tempature has reached its level of sanity I give no freedom to step in my personal space There is no hope for any vanity So fast, so troubled at a quick pace Tho my eyes are full of blood so much, you cannot see my true face Many thoughts rampage though my head What can calm me is the softness of my bed I sit and express myself through these words Hoping that someday I will be heard |
| July 3, 2003
Thoughts of Wisdom that have yet to unveil Learning the ways of wonder under the skies of pale Harmony testing its nature amoung all of us In hope that we'll learn to trust A skillful mind, try not to waste it To bring together our peaceful lives so they will fit |
| July 7, 2003
I'm sitting, i'm studdering will i ever surrender My heart is torn so much and wrapped in a blender The love i lust for is it our there A meaningful quest that wont tear Excited and awaiting the day my prince will arrive With a calmful voice, so i will be he's bride I give my all to that one true man and the thoughts and wishes that i can So rescue me now before its too late and let this all be my fate..... |
| July 3, 2003
My tempature has reached its level of sanity I give no freedom to step in my personal space There is no hope for any vanity So fast, so troubled at a quick pace Tho my eyes are full of blood so much, you cannot see my true face Many thoughts rampage though my head What can calm me is the softness of my bed I sit and express myself through these words Hoping that someday I will be heard |
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