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“Sink” Norman D. My past in one ear My future in the other Parked at the state-line of my childhood; Eyes fixed on my rearview, Yearning for on more year. My world was a back porch I lived naked as I had come. New New was the world to me; Dangling on the edge of the plateau, I yearn for one more year. So much beauty, and so much horror The chaos and the carnage The smiles and the cries; These tearful words have been wept before. It’s all too much! I want to live a lie… But I know all to well That to call that living,  Would be the greatest lie of all. I stagger with this ball and chain, Yearning for one more year. I possess the world. And she possesses me. It’s time to take a step, A step without feet. I feel as if my heart in going to Cave within my chest; Overwhelmed with beauty, She beckons to me. My eyes close. The yearning has ceased. If sink I must,  Than sink I will.  “Do not go gentle into that good night/ Rage, rage against the dying of the light,” He whispered in my ear. I’m parked at the state-line of life; Sink.

 

Mood Colors by Maggie S., posted 01/26/06 Sometimes things go wrong and you wonder if things will stay the same You lost hope, you lost faith You lost your sensitivity, you lost your love for others Your heart has grown ice cold colder than below degree celcius Can this be true, can this be us it's not possible, but it is. The ones who are most caring are the ones who need help that's not true Everyone needs help Our mouth runs more than an onion can run sweet water. Look deep inside yourself do what your heart says, do what's right and you'll go far. The problem is our minds run like snails But our reaction runs faster than a race car could ever go. We're sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and rotten. We're all colors--just choose the right one.

 

There are those who feel pain and those Who are in pain? But whichever it is they're all the same. Sometimes the best way to deal with  Pain is to talk to someone. Troubled Mind by Maggie S., posted 12/14/05 I am in here wondering what it's like What is it like to be someone else? How would I feel? What would I see? Would it be the most horrible dream? Or would it flow like sea What's in it for me? What's in it for all of us? My life is horrible My life is depressing The wind of the seas hits my face Like the sharp blades of a razor My feet run like a car My voice pounding like a drum I'm sweating like the drops of rain Wake me up I'm in a nightmare I'm awake.

Bring Back Hope by Maggie S., posted 12/15/05 Bring back hope Who should have hopes? I mean when you have hopes they always go down They say on thing, they do the other Just when you’re excited Your face makes a frown They call you stupid, dumb Any names they can think of Just to put you down You hear many mean things Then you start to think it’s true All the sayings get to you You feel hopeless worthless You can only see what you year It shouldn’t be that way Put your frown upside down Be happy not sad Try to show who you truly are every day And say to yourself things won’t be bad Not any, not anymore Open up your heart Let the peace fly in And get rid of the dark And let a new world begin.

 

The Eyes of the Tear One by Maggy S., posted 12/02/05 The eyes of the tear one her heart is full of sorrow and depression. Locked within herself With nowhere to go. Life is commanding and full of denial. lost in a sacred heart Every day her cheeks were full of raindrops. Every day she feels worthless as if she were a wall with nowhere to go. I wish I was never born she would murmur. I wish everything was gone. Life itself is hard, maybe not prepared for the real world. Sorrows and tears. Heart would bleed. Pain is too hard. The thought of destruction, loneliness all to itself. My heart is pierced like someone being murdered. Can’t anyone hear me cry? Can’t anyone see I’m dying? Can’t anyone see what is truly going on? With a second gone every heartbeat I cry and cry, calling out for peace. I want to be peaceful. “I see!” I see a light! Now I have peace. Now that I’m gone. My eyes of the tear one.

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