Pain, is my life
Optimist, is my sight
Evil, is my breath
Missory, is my hope
Heart, is my strength
Useless, is my worth
Nothingness, is my soul
Torn, is my thought
Elusive, is my spirit
Remorse, is my love
Why do we have to turn to killing and suicide?
When we all are goinign to DIE!
With no where to RUN! , and no where to HIDE!
This is not a judgement, nor a blaim game.
Just one lonely question
In one lonely world
In one lonely mans mind
To all man kind! !
Its a mistery to I,
For why she wrote that night
Into my world, she brought much delihgt
Her kind and careing soul
Filled my heart and made it whole
With her words came a speacial glow
Thanks to her there is always
A sunny day outside my window
Thanks for being a good friend!
Who Is This Girl I Have Met
The girl I can't talk to,
The girl I can't reach to.
The girl my heart beats for,
The girl my soul hopes for.
Who is this girl I have met,
The girl I love for,
The girl I live for.
The girl I wait for,
The girl I wish for.
Who is this girl I have met?
Her name is five letters of the alphabet,
To know them is ''LOVE''..
I light four candle,
Witch board on thi table,
One light for the west,
My thoughts lay to rest,
One light be the east,
A dropp of blood for the deceased,
One light of the north,
I call the ghost to come forth,
One light is the south,
Hear these words of my mouth,
Witch board may I play,
Spirits tell me what you say.
Walking the graveyard at the darkest of night
The sound of silence, in my empty soul theres no fright
Looking at the names edged in stone
Hunting for the nameless alone
The fog crawling over the ground
I find that wich they say can't be found
Nealing down, my hands placed on the slate
I lay heavy at the head, not knowing my fait
Watching the clouds hideing the moon
I wonder could this be my tomb
While in church
While I was in church last sunday I thought back.
Back to when I was a teen.I remembered this day.
It was the day my father used his fist to punch me in the jawl.
Then he said these words to me.' You will never be anything! '
So as I had that thought in the back of my head.The front of my head
was thinking this may be true, but what I do know now is I'll be anything
in the hands of my heavenly father.Then I prayed this prayer.Heavenly father I love you please forgive my father for his sinn that day he did
what he did to me, and forgive my mother, sister and brother for thier sinns.And watch over my son's forgive them for thier sinns.Watch over
thier mothers and my girlfriend and keep them save.In your son's holly
name I pray this prayer. Thank you my loveing father.'AMEN'
A True Story of Love
Two years ago, I met a young girl who's mom was in and out of her life
Then her father and uncle died a few mounths apart, So her mom was
forced back into her life.They came to my hometown, to visit my cusin
for she and the young girl's mom was childhood friends.We met when
they all came to my place, me and the young girl fell in love.It was a doomed love for she was only 15 and I was 36. We was only together
a few mounths, then I got her pregnent.We got along at first then
we started fighting.we moved back to her hometown to be with her
family, while she was pregnent, and I got a job there.She had our child,
she was so very wonderful, and did a good job haveing our son.I owe
her tremendessly! I thought we might not fight any more.But we did
and things got out of hand.I took off with our son to my hometown,
she stayed with her grand parents.We talked every night, and agreed
to work things out.Her mom brought her back down to stay with me.
Then we got into a fight agian.The cops was called, they locked me up,
took her to the hospital.Even thow I did'nt hurt her.Then they called
her mom to come get her and our son.Her mom could'nt come get her,
so they placed her and our son in foster care.She did'nt act right in
the foster home, so they split her and our son up.Now shes in a group
home and our son is still in foster care.I hear she is going to be placed in an apartment in my hometown when she turns 18, in a mounth
from now. But I can't return to my hometown because social services
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