

Eulogy for the forgottenA voice, high, shrill, ringing loudly throughout the streets. a great story to be ended, buried in the silence of death. leaving only in this quiet place the soft weeping of mourners left behind, whispering their tales into the night, afraid to shout out the great pain and finality of loss. they cry alone, voiceless in the dark. kneeling at tombstones, they speak only to those inarticulate roses whose thorny stems can neither comfort nor repeat. imagining their loved ones, lips sealed and cold, as they lay waiting for their names to be lost. watching while tears dryEulogy for the forgotten


Final EulogyA voice, high, shrill, ringing loudly throughout the streets. a great story to be ended, buried in the silence of death. leaving only in this quiet place the soft weeping of mourners left behind, whispering their tales into the night, afraid to shout out the great pain and finality of loss. they cry alone, voiceless in the dark. kneeling at tombstones, they speak only to those inarticulate roses whose thorny stems can neither comfort nor repeat. imagining their loved ones, lips sealed and cold, as they lay waiting for their names to be lost. watching while tears dryFinal Eulogy


Spiteful VestigeSpiteful VestigeSpiteful Vestige
How can youth die out so swiftly? One night an innocent tomboy, Scared of no one. The next a tired actress, Lost and frightened of her own reflection Still she stares absorbed in its murky, miserable depths
When did the anger enter her eyes? Filling those once joyous baby blues With a new spite for the mirror
that glares just as pitifully back Yet still she stares absorbed in its murky miserable depths
Who is this woman with hateful eyes and blood red lips? She is but a phantom of old beauty With no one to car


Liquid FuryLiquid FuryLiquid Fury
As I stare out into the elusive waves of natures crashing sea I begin to grasp the shifting turmoil of liquid fury Continuously beating a wounded earth Once so rich with promise, Pouring its heart and soul into her Through tangled estuaries Now bleeds infecting, dear ocean, with disease and death Its sickened veins flowing into her in a continuous rhythm Pulsing, pushing, flowing It kills her Merciless in its never ending rape So that even the gulls here are infected Their perfect sky marred by earths toxic breath An entir


abused children?These kids as young as eight and seven All wish they could go to heaven They really don't want to be here anymore They are abused, starved, they sleep on the floor Never have they asked for this A fun filled childhood they have missed They weep and cry They don't know why They blame themselvesabused children?
Life's a living hell.


ByBy tonight I'll have had my day, By tonight I'll have had my fill of sadness, By tonight I'll disappoint many, By tonight my life will seem pointless By tonight I'll remember why.By
By tomorrow my tears will be dry, By tomorrow my lullaby will have been sung, By tomorrow I'll have slept off any negativity, By tomorrow I'll have forgotten my fears from yesterday, By tomorrow none of this will matter.


That Thing Called Love...When you speak those three beautiful words As softly as water droplets gliding down a petalThat Thing Called Love...
From gravitys gentle pull
When you dissolve me in your romantic metaphors As sugar does when stirred in warm liquid With its sweetness melting through
When your lips meet mine in an ethereal kiss Embodying loves sweet languor
As our hearts diffuse
I see the world through rose-coloured heart-shaped glasses Where the bitterness is filtered away from my sight With my eyes, only capable of witnessing beauty Im no longer a stran


?????I hold back the tears?????
Because I know the doors open The knife stays hidden Because I know your around I am quiet for once
Because I know you are listening I simply act sane
Because I know what your thinking I am covered with long sleeves Because I know you can see The scares that are beneath them The scares that are me No one wants them No one really cares No one has seen them open And no one even knows theyre there.
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Eva
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Blessed Be
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Farran says "Hi!"
I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it then copy and paste this in your signature.
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Blessed Be
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Farran says "Hi!"
I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it then copy and paste this in your signature.
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Blessed Be
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When your in love, you never want to sleep, because being awake is better than dreaming.
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Blessed Be
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