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An empty vessel
Waiting to be filled
fufilled


What do you want?
I can be that too


tlc 4-13-99


I can hear the world
from the window by my bed
I hear the people laughing
as I wish that I was dead


Day by day I hear them
All the days I lie
In a window by my bed
I hear the world go by


tlc 6-99


Welcome To My Wonderland


Welcome to my wonderland
the place where I reside
Where up is down and down is up
and no need here to hide

My world is such a special place
real rules don't apply
In here it's always safe and warm
my abode until I die

No one knows
that where I stay And rarely do I ever let
someone in to play

For people do not understand
how it is with me
And so I leave them all alone
and hope they let me be

- tlc 1-17-01



All these pieces that keep breaking
Falling on the floor
Will be left to pick up
But at least they won't keep falling


- Mike 11-18-00



I like it cold.
I like it dark.
I like it quiet.
I like to be alone.
I need my space.
I need it whether I am feeling blue or happy.
I am wierd.
I like it my way too!

- Krista



each time i cry
i hope the tears will
wash away the pain
dim the memories
make the scars fade

i've cried enough to fill an ocean
the ache inside me still grows
this is the pain of heartlessness
this is the feeling of a dead soul
each day, a little more of me is chipped away
one day, i'll merely be a brittle husk

then, when it is much too late
he'll reach out to me
touch me finally
and stare as i crumble into dust

- Joni


i awake to darkness
i stumble across the room
searching for a light, a window
with relief, i find the blind
when i raise it
i see the bars
as murky light filters into the room
i stare at my surroundings
blank walls
drab grayish brown
irregular reddish brown splotches
i continue to explore
i find a door
open it merely to find bars there as well
i run my fingers along the walls
i find the jagged letters carved into the wall
"help me" written by a shaky hand
i go to the window again
see the things i want so so so close
yet eternally out of reach
he walks into view
i scream his name so loud
yet he doesn't, can't, won't hear
i feel the wettness on my arm
look to see the cut
moisten my fingers
begin to paint my pain onto the walls
in my pocket, i find a key
i wander towards the door
try the lock
see that it fits
push the door closed again
testing to assure me it's locked
take the key
throw it into a dusty corner
and go back to painting the walls of my comfortable hell

- Joni



Hello Angel Girl,

I know you haven't heard from me in a long time. Well, there is a good reason. You see, it wasn't that I wasn't around. It was that you were too busy for me. You got so wrapped up in the things of the world, that you stopped answering the door each time I knocked. When I would call, you were always too busy to talk just now. So,instead of bothering you, I stood nearby and waited for you to call on me.

Do you remember when you were six? That pretty bottle of pills that mommy left too low? Remember how much you thought they looked like candy and when you asked me if you could have them, how I said no?

Or what about the time when you were twelve and your mom was crying because dad wasn't home again. Do you remember how tempting that razor blade looked? How you felt that the pain would only last an instant and that it would be a quick way out? When you told me it would be for the best, do you remember me telling you no?

And then there was the time you turned twenty and decided to get married. Do you remember how I sat on the bed next to you, as you told me how he would change. Once you got married, he wouldn't hit you anymore. Once you got married, he wouldn't lie. He wouldn't yell, or threaten to be with other girls. He would be yours alone and that ring would make everything better. Do you remember me telling you no?

I guess that was when you started to shut me out of your life. I guess you got tired of me telling you no. Occasionally, you would listen to me, but it was never like before. I guess that being a 'grown-up' you felt that you didn't need to hear from me any more. The distances grew, and like all things, eventually the silence became the norm.

When he came home all upset, you would sometimes call me and tell me that it was just the stress. His job, the baby, the lack of sleep. All of these was why he yelled at you. He didn't mean the names he called you. You didn't hear me when I told you no.

Well, now you are listening to me again. You have questions you want answered. Will you be waking up soon? Will your kids be okay? Will you be able to go to school with your boy soon or see your daughter off on her date? I am sorry my Angel Girl, more sorry than you can ever know. For again my answer to you must remain, a quiet, regretful no.

You see, that man that said he would change, hurt you very bad last night. I know you thought he never would. He was past that, you told me several times. But last night he lost his temper and he hit you a little too hard.

And now, my Angel Girl, I am here to take you home. How I wish that I could take you back to when you still listened to me. I wish I could have saved you from this. But I couldn't.

So, take my hand, Angel Girl, let's go home.

Sincerely,
Your Guardian Angel

(By David Caudill - copyright 2000)



Oh why can I not let go?

I am confused
I have all these feeling inside of me
I don�t know what to do
Oh why can I not let go

How do you stop loving someone
That you thought was your life
How do you move on
When they are still part of you life.

Why am I so stubborn
When I know it no good
They don�t love me the way that they should.
Why can I not let go

I just know in my heart
It�s not the right thing to do
Am I kidding myself
Why hang on
Why do I always hope
That something will happen
And he will love me again

I feel I am stuck in one place
Going round and round
One minute thinking I have got over it
Then something happens again

He tried so hard to ignore me
Thinking I would go away
But he�s stuck with me
To the end

The end is where
How do I know
I just want to be happy
And this way I am not
Why can he not admit
He still loves me too
How long will I go on
Tormenting myself again & again
Oh why can I not let go
Please tell me how and when.

Christine Lyons 29/3/01




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