| A Storm Within My Soul I saw a dawn at midnight But the night was filled with rain; I saw the blaze of blinding light And the lightning flared again. I knew I stood upon the shore Of an endless, wine-dark sea, I knew a ship had sailed once more And bore my heart to thee. So what words are there for one to say? Love is not the thing we mean. We�re friends, and care from day to day, Amid a sweet, romantic fling. But in the lands twixt wake and sleep, Wherever each might be, I know that thoughts turn each to each- At least, mine do turn to thee. But, caring is so hard, it seems For one so deep inside; A shell of woven thought and dreams That lets thy spirit hide. Can you ever peep, my love, Through the tiny, drunken cracks At the one who stands above And longs for what he lacks? Can you feel the warmth today That waits to banish cold? Can you feel a friend�s bright ray- No matter that he�s old? So I watch the clock at midnight And hear the night all filled with rain; I see the blaze of blinding light That I know will fade again. |
| --------------------------- I Let Go.... ---------------------------- I scooped his hand into mine and held tight, His cold face, his emotionless eyes so painfully clear in my sight. As the knowledge of his leaving me for good thru my heart tore, I stared at him, curling my fingers around his hand even more. I looked up to see her standing there, ready to take him away from me, I released the tears that clouded my vision so that it was him I could once again see. I touched his cheek with the brush of my lips and whispered so close to his ear, "You will always remain in my heart, I love you, forever my dear." His silence made me even more painfully aware of her presence beside him, And she turned away, unable to look at my face, so dark my statement, so grim. Memories flashed behind my eyes of him and I together that overwhelmed me, She saw this and said that it was time for them to leave. I nodded to her and swallowed hard, then looked one last time to see, His face still cold, stiff in his statement, oh how I wished he would respond to me. She then pulled a white sheet over his head, his face then gone, I looked to the tag tied to his toe, I knew what I had to do, I had to release his hand, I had to let go. At first I was afraid to let go, and my hand around his was tightly clasped, But then I loosened my fingers and felt his hand slip free from my grasp. She wheeled him down the hall, the sight of his covered body, her white uniform slipping further away, I was left standing there, empty, alone with only the memory of that horrible day. Death of a loved one is something all of us in our lifetime will come to know, I can tell you the hardest part is, to let go... I let go.... -Alyssa ---------------------------- |
| Dragon Lores Dark skin shadowed by rain filled clouds Large wings open wide, gliding through the night Reluctantly soaring through the moon hidden sky Over the mountains the dry lakes and bare ground seen All of which cry for the rain to make them well again Ruined objects which used to be mortal filled houses Gusts of cold winter winds throw things around like nothing Everything dead, no life existing Only life left is the mythical beings, majestic in their ways Suddenly, the clouds burst. Rain falls like nothing ever seen New life created and old return to renew this once beautiful land. |
| Where do I turn? Happiness once loved me, And I cherished in its embrace. The warm feeling it gave me, Left smiles on my face. Happiness then felt betrayed. It gave me my chances for which I neglected. And I did what I felt, For my past that which reflected. Happiness smiled as I wallowed in pain. All of the hurt inside me comes out. It doesn't understand me, No one knows what I'm about. I don't need the warm feelings. It gives me nothing but sadness. I feel inside that I need to be free, Or it all turns into madness. All these voices in my head, I don't know whether to go left or right. Some tempt me to turn to suicide. One of these days I just might. They say suicide is the quitters way out. But otherwise I'm living in hell. I go to other people to say what's happened. But all they can say to me is, 'Oh well'. If I try and try again to get help, Maybe one day I will learn. But until then, Where do I turn? |
| Too Much Pain I only remember that night, For when I heard the news of my friend, My best friend, My father, I knew then that I couldn't bare the pain. My hands, knees, and forehead kissed the floor As my face slowly grew cold and wet. With the feelings of anger and sadness inside me Squeezing me out like a wet towel. The glistening shine glaring off the knife which Sat infront of me, stared at me. My eyes closed slowly for the light was too bright. I reached out towards it. The sharp edge cut me slightly as the acrid red juices Dripped from my hand. The pain mounted gradually more and more and I could take it no more I brought the blade to my wrist And with one quick motion, Sliced down the length of my arm. As I sat there I asked myself, Why? Is it all worth it? And as the last few seconds of life dripped away I grasped it and prayed it would stop. Soon I could no longer see And fell forward to the floor. As I rose above my lifeless body I then feel the pain of my crying mother As she finds me laying there When all she wanted to do was say she loved me. I feel happier now than ever, but As my father motions to me and says he loves me I wish that it was my mother. |
| We've been moving for five days now. Not stopping to sleep or eat. We've battled several times now, through cold nights and mid-days heat. I wake to desert mornings, Lift my head out of the sand. This is what I trained for, My weapon, an extension of my hand. I've been smoking for two years now. I'm not old enough to drink. We've come to fight for freedoms, Or so I've been lead to think. We came to liberate them, We came to set them free. Defeated, then sent home again. Instead they've captured me. There's torture and there's beating. Minds are breaking, bodies bleeding. We came here to help them. We came to set them free. I hope that I live long enough, So someone can liberate me.. -Brandon R. Brooks |