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| A Piece of my Friends... Poetry and lyrics of the souls of love |
| SIMPLY FOR YOU Cosmic beauty, Smiling, Shining. Voices laughing, intertwining, Loving, caring, darling sweet. Blessed and held in starlight's keep. Screaming, crying, pain abound. Speaking silence, turn around, fear in front, death behind Tortured, tired, peace of mind. Eerie, misty, evil darkness Overcoming all the sadness. Ray of light, touch of hope. Help to live, help to cope. Hand to hold, lips to kiss Someone to love, someone to miss. See me, hear me, understand. Simply love, Simply be. The end. |
| By Kira Simeone e-mail me |
| I'm losing all the faith I've built up over the years I'm tired of fighting off my invisible tears Seems this feeling grows on me more and more each day Sworn to myself I would never let it get in my way Promising myself I would never get to this point again Past experiences illusioned me that I had the strength within I look at the stars and find myself lost in the eternity of space Asking myself why my world is such an emotional place Talking about it doesn't seem to hinder the pain I feel inside I want my life back before I entered this state of mind I've been told that I talk about it too much in other's eyes What would you do if this was what you felt every day of your life? Conflict or pity is the response I receive I just want someone to help set me free |
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| By James Sullivan e-mail me |
| TO JAMES WITH LOVE What is you hide, little one, standing there in the rain? Is that the way to hide your tears, to cool the heat of pain? Why do seek to feel other than ice, if ice is what you seek? Don't you see the pain of life is what makes you unique? So calm your fears, your pain, your rage, and feel no more inside, the pain is something we all have faced, either conquered or abide, If you define who we are today, by what we each have done, relax my James, cause look at us, we've always had our fun. By Mark Gittner |
| POINT AND LAUGH You mock the voices in my head You say my beckonings are simplicity You laugh at the dreams I have made up And the prophecies that I predict You laugh at the issues that I stand behind and the ones I leave alone You taunt the ideas my mind stores and jeer at the thoughts that will someday be Who are you to be the judge of what is normal or odd And who are you to point a finger at that which you call weird You never took time to comprehend the madness which will one day hold you tight You don't realize it is all in time Before you become just like me |
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| Coming Home I'm Scared, full of apprehension, I'm excited, like a wire full of tension, I'm nervous, like a virgin for the first, I'm pessimistic, fearing for the worst, Why do I hold myself in doubt, Going home to those I can't do without, The family I chose, that I don't want to lose, I'm anxious to see them, but shaking in my shoes, Will they still know me? Am I who I need to be? Have I changed myself enough? But stayed same enough to love? I'm ready for their smiles, To drive a thousand miles, I'm ready for their kisses, All the things a friend misses, Ready or not, Here I come, Back to my heart, as it's starting to hum, I can't wait to see you, each and every one, Better prepare a party, cause I'm up for some fun! By MARK GITTNER about his move back to S.C. |
| SAMEZAME There beauty lies only a breath away There this twisted Angel's breath slowly ebbs and fades For fate permitting in my misery alone I exist How I've grown accustomed and weary of this Wrap me up in cellophane and seal it by fire Melting me into captivity Horrible hope the profane liar Slowly dying from evilly filled time Suffering from its wounds away from all else Locked in lifes most tortuous, most painful, most high spire Cursing every movement in sullen saddness I make Cursing every movement in the grasp of existence I make. BY ALLEN BRISTOL |