SILENCE
   POETRY
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
Silence the ignorance of      another                               Why do we inflict these       deadly sins on one and        other?                                 The silence eats at me like   acid with metal lust             Nawing at me causing         general disgust                    It's cold quiet throws salt    in my wound                       I was taking things for        granted who would have     thought I just assumed       The ghostly hush caused a  titan's clash                         Just by never wagging our  tongues never letting           them lash                            When our stubborn wills     abruptly collide                   I sometimes wonder by       what rules do we abide?      To remain silent and           never trust                          Is to let our relationship     grow cold let it tarnish        into rust.
Me as my alter ego Ayla lol.
EVE OF WAR
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
You manipulate trying to             decieve                                      Hurt and confusion is the goal     you achieve                               Pitting everyone against one and  another                                      You will soon be without hope    once they recover                       I know your game of double        dealing debt                               Don't think you've bested me      you haven't won yet                   I am watching and waiting for      next move                                  Just so you know I'm aware of    your callous actions, I                 disapprove                                 What's this you want to hurt us   some more?                               Be careful I will not stand for      this you are on "the EVE of         war"                                          Watch those forked words that    you say                                     They'll be your undoing your       price to pay                                "NO MORE" I say I can not       stand it                                      I will not be victim of your          deadly gambit                             I rule here and not you                Leave my people go you             meddlesome shrew!                              
  Times Remembered
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
This morning your talk made me think .                              About all my thoughts that at one time would have made    me drink.                                                                              We talked about my times of despiration and fear. I told     you everything. My soul needed to clear.                              I remembered the hateful lies that were told                         And all my confidence my family bought then wrongly        sold.                                                                                     It's hard for me to accept a compliment and not blush.        I can't calm it it's my body's hopeless crush                         Trying to teach my saddened heart to mend                         Is like trying to break my will that won't bend.                 
My Trueself Shown
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
Help me. I need to learn to  grow.                                   Oh, how do I let my true     self show?                           I want; no I need to break   free.                                    And let you see the all         that I can be.                       I know she's watching and   waiting under there             Bound and held back with    great care                            She was suddenly                awakened                            She believes her rightful     place was ripped away and   taken                                  I hear her breaking chains  apart one by one                  When she is free my           metamorphosis will be         done                                    As I change she will            emerge                                Then I'll go my seperate      path as I diverge                 She shall live and I shall     die                                       Do not morn my passing      please don't cry                   She is all I ever wanted to   be                                        I am happy now I'm the      real me. 
     ~ I BORE MY SOUL~
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
You listened when no one else would.                       When I needed to speak and never could.                 I let it all out I needed to vent.                                 Now I spoke my mind my thoughts are spent.           I said everything. Never missing anything.               I just had to release.                                                 My deadly thoughts; my burdensome beast.              I released them I let them all go.                             I told you all my secrets ; I let you know.                 I bore my soul leaving them all out in ecstacy's        release.                                                                    Now I leave myself, but in great peace!
Written in          Highschool 'Eve  of War'' is          about a bitch of  a volleyball         player called       Eve LaRue.        ------->
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