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| SHADOWS (MAY BE ONE IS TWO? I NEED YOU : TWO) Where did I start it yesterday? I remember now, cold rain, drops on my face November? December? Not a time for cheaters A simple dark night as all the others Just a crying time without an answer Tonight, just another night Just another rain And drops feel my ear again Just a passing time, no change in the air Just a struggling time, and no one cares Tonight, save only those who have reasons to cry Help what's about to live and not to die Don't give me your hand, I'm all wet I don't wanna take you down with me I just lose at the easiest bet (Nicolas Philippe) Broken Hearts She told me she loved me right out loud. With out me saying a word or singing a song. But I was scared to show my feelings so I hung them on a cloud. I thought it in my heart and knew we did belong. How could I do this, deny her deep love for me. I ran like a frightened child from a bad dream. I have been hurt before, I thought to myself selfishly. And for this I break our hearts once more. A.Hart Hardharted@england.com TITLE: BROKEN DOLL I am a broken doll, Average i am no more, On the outside i am perfection, But my heart is bruised and sore, They call me broken doll. Because of my broken heart, My heart broke long ago, Now it's in two parts, The only visable sign of hurt, Is the saddness in my eyes, No one knows how i feel My smile is my disguise, I am a porcelain doll, With a very broken heart, My thought's were the weapons that broke it, Now it's in two parts, So sweet looking on the outside, But inside angry and sour, Why must i watch such tradgedy, Every day hour by hour? Placed here on this window sill, Looking down on the city below, I see all the maddness and misfourtune, That the city has for show, Old ladies bieng mugged and battered, Children being shot, Men sleeping in cardboard boxes In empty parking lots, Inside my tears are falling, Continuiusly non stop, My broken heart get's heavier, With every single drop, Inside my broken heart, Is swimming in my tears, For it's thinking of the tradgedy, I've witnessed through the years, I am a broken doll, Who'll be broken evermore, On the outside i am perfection, But my heart is bruised and sore by valerie hughes Just hold me Not many have ever known and if I tell - who would believe? There's nothing I can call my own not even the things I have achieved. It's always better that way All that is aching inside It's better for it to stay - covered up with hurt's pride. All in good time I will open the gate of this little heart of mine in a moment of fate. For a soul that's been torn and a heart controlled by other there's not much you can do But to hold me me in your arms - my dearest Mother. Written by: BOBETTE BRUWER DEVILS KISS Steel, Metal, Sharp Release my pain. Everything to gain, Blood red sins poor out of me. The throbbing feels good, Wanting more. Cutting deeper, Feeling weaker. Feeling faint, Love this game. Deserving this, Devils kiss. Nichola Firth SUICIDE Written by: XSykoSidX@aol.com Every night I sit & cry, wondering why I'd rather die. I don't know why I feel this way inside, I always say it's just my mind. I can't stand all this pain, it feels like pouring rain. Most people say I need help, but it makes me feel like I'm in hell. When I look at the razorblade, I think......look at all the scars I made. I wonder if the pain will ever end, But the thoughts in my head wont go away. Suicide was once a choice for my life, I choose to roll that dice. When I choose to stop that dice, it was to late for my life. Suicide is now a part of my life, it is an addiction that won't go away. This pain cuts deep in to my heart, I always feel like I'm alone in the dark. I feel that no one cares if I decay away, when my boo's helping me every step of the way. I fooled with the devil, and sold my life away, and now I have to pay. Written by: XSykoSidX@aol.com Untitled I quit, it's no use, all efforts in vain I struggle, I pry, this cage brings me pain This cage has a lock, a lock with no key What's in can't escape, forever bound they will be I've tried with my tounge The lock to pick, to set them free But I mumble, I stutter, I stammer My tounge's not the key Fingers and wooden cues I present them in a tune But nothing's noteworthy The struggle resumes My tounge or a tune These keys always fail So I try with my actions Maybe they will prevail I jerk, I turn, I twist I do everthing right But even this key won't fit I give up the fight All methods are lost No more keys exist They remain locked eternal In this dark caged abyss I tear up in a corner of lonliness My wretched familiar home Crying out in utter silence The cage remains closed Who's got the key, where is it? These questions frustrate my mind But such questions are useless They just waste my time Written by: jwilkins@kirk.anderson.com The End Of All Things And the Beginings Of New Ones Your Life is like a Spring Blossom, A Summer Rose Fresh with new life and great dreams ahead Mine is like an Autumn Flower, Winters Lilly Willted and fallen with but a short time left upon this world Good bye Old Friend My peaceful rest calls me forth The endless slumber of eternity beckons me now The sleep from pain, sorrow, hatered, grief and wishes never to come true Dont feel sorry and don't cry Have no regret because all things in this world come to an end Some day many years from now yours will come as well But I am called now, the cold grip on my shoulders tells me that sleep awaits Some of us were not ment to meet again in this world Dont worry I will see you again in a little while in the place where no shadows fall............ Joe Bridges April 29th 3:00 a.m. In the year of the Storm Ninteen Hundred and Ninty Nine SAD I’m feeling a little low, Time is running ever so slow. Feeling like I want to cry, Lifes so crap, I want to die. Nothing in the world is worth this pain, My existance on earth is only causing strain. The weather inside my head is thunder, Is it all worth it? That I wonder. When describing my life, you have to swear, Will I ever wake from this nightmare? I’ll go to bed early and rise the next day, And hopefully my problems will all go away. My Sadness I met you with a cold and silent heart, And now I can't bare to see us apart. Sometimes you anger me and that may be so, But I love and I won't let you go. Through thick and thin you were there, Yet sometimes delivered a cold,harsh stare. Our time has been fun our time has been grand But now life has delt us a disturbing hand. Our joyous time must come to a hault, And for some reason I feel,as if it's my fault. I wish we had more time to spend with each other, I'm just so sad we don't have forever. But I'm loving now and I'll love you till the end, I'll thank you forever, You are my DEAREST FRIEND. Lisa Randel HEY_JOE@prodigy.net Untitiled I quit, it's no use, all efforts in vain I struggle, I pry, this cage brings me pain This cage has a lock, a lock with no key What's in can't escape, forever bound they will be I've tried with my tounge The lock to pick, to set them free But I mumble, I stutter, I stammer My tounge's not the key Fingers and wooden cues I present them in a tune But nothing's noteworthy The struggle resumes My tounge or a tune These keys always fail So I try with my actions Maybe they will prevail I jerk, I turn, I twist I do everthing right But even this key won't fit I give up the fight All methods are lost No more keys exist They remain locked eternal In this dark caged abyss I tear up in a corner of lonliness My wretched familiar home Crying out in utter silence The cage remains closed Who's got the key, where is it? These questions frustrate my mind But such questions are useless They just waste my time Written by here's another one..... untitled What's wrong with me who do I think I am? What's gotten inside me? I don't know, but I can't let it out. One blink and I'm happy The next blink and I'm sad Who am I kidding though? I'm not really happy It's just the song I like for you to hear... sometimes The real song is |
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