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WILL IT EVER BE KNOWN AGAIN?
by: Julie B

Taking the life of someone.
That someone that is not even known.
Who is that someone?
Dark circles surround her eyes.
Always awake, never asleep.
The worries she carries,
They will never be deceased.
Deceased,
Can you define this horrible word?
No!
The hole inside,
keeps growing deeper,
Faster.
The story that it holds,
Will never be exiled.
Is love supposed to grow,
With this tearing through her soul?
Why can't it change?
Why won't it change?
Does she deny the feelings she has,
For you?
The tears of Fear run down her face.
Still a secret.
A secret that might never be shared.
Is this good enough?
Good enough for you?
Never!
You,
You're worth a million words and counting.
She describes this life,
In words that are not imaginable,
Words that do not exist.
Is she perfect?
No!
Not even close.
The hole that she digs,
Seems to stop,
Yet she knows it will go forever.
Forever?
Can you define this intellectual word?
No!
Taking the life of someone.
That someone who is not even known.
Who is that someone?
Will we ever know?
Yes!
Why?
Because.
I take the life of myself.
That someone you ask of,
That someone is me.

                                                                                                          

~SILENCE~
by: Julie B

Tears streaming
Candles burning
My insides have been
Torn to pieces.
Anger building up,
Inside.
Wanting,
So terribly,
to come out of me.
The pain has become so,
Unbareable.
The only pertection I have
For myself
Is me.
The wrong,
I've caused,
Can never be taken back.
Giving me something to be sorry for
Only makes things worse.
Letting the outside,
See the inside,
Is useless.
Once again,
This hole you've been digging for me,
Only seems to be deeper.
What have I done?
Was I wrongfully accused,
By you?
As I fail,
Knowing there is nothing,
To keep me from that,
Sudden stop.
The dreams I once had,
Have drifted away from,
My thoughts.
Though,
The thoughts in my head,
Are always taken by surprise.
The Livelyhood of this life,
Has taken a toll of silence.
These expectations,
Have guided themselves,
To a place of darkness,
A place of locked up,
Hidden darkness.
The key has been taken from my heart,
The key has been forgotten.
These tears streaming,
These candles burning,
Yet my candle,
Has been burnt out!



                                                                                                                              

-Belive what we feel-
by: MeCh Anical
This is about the girl that made me feel.
She was not all that real,
yet to me, all i can see.
Now all i can say to her today is "Thank You"
She gave me moments of feeling so strong.
Things now though seem to be feeling so wrong.
Time will go on.
Headlights will fly past me tonight untill dawn!
This is about a girl with two names.
Because what she gave to me can not change.
Hope to be happy to make moments memories,
pretend and play games.
She may not know how happy she made me
by making me feel all this pain.
Thanks.
 

                                                                                                                                                 


I died once (part1)
By: Kody

I fell from the sky and on to the ground. When I opened my eyes, there was black all around. In the distance three figures. Three stages of life. A small boy played alone inside of his mind. A teen dressed in black, contemplates suicide. And a man standing motionless stared into my eyes. I tried to approach, but I couldn't move, so I called out, and the young boy arose. He held out his hand. He said "come with me". So I took a step forward…       A flash of light, blinded my eyes, and when my sight returned, I saw the skies of a place long forgotten in the back of my mind. The boy was gone, but I felt he was near. For there was something about him, something I feared. My feet were as boulders, so I looked all around. I  called out to the boy, but made no sound. Suddenly, I saw him, "what took you?", but I could only reply "who are you?" "where can I" and "why and I here?" He told me, "your lost inside of your mind" You're here to decipher this life of lies… and who am I? Who are you? And who's that boy with the knife?… the truth is , were all part of this fucked up life. With that, he was gone, and again, there was black. Two figures remain, a teen and a man.

                                                                                                            
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