 |
I've been on this island way too long,
And could have left so long ago;
But I’ve hidden here amongst the lies,
And things I shouldn't kno..
|
|
Death whispered my name today,
a soft seductive coo in my ear.
Proceeding onward to invade my very soul,
and over my body,
I felt the creeping c..
|
|
Glistening bayonets, buried deep in the sand,
while atop the helmet crowns their lives;
They died alone on this foreign dirt,
while back home a mot..
|
|
My heart groaned so loud tonight,even tears were afraid to shed.
"We've never been here before",my spirit cried in dread.
My soul teeters ..
|
|
Many times I've looked,
for a place to call my own;
but it seems everywhere I went
I was always disowned.
With family and friends,
nowhere to b..
|
|
It happened in Seattle,
one warm and sunny day;
Where Special Olympics was being held,
and a footrace was underway.
Nine young and gifted childr..
|
|
I know a lot wont agree with this one, but i have my reasons, its a touchy subject i know, and i'm sure reviews will be mixed but im ok with that
|
|
Written for a 15 yr. old girl who took her own life at my sons school, no note nothing to explain her pain.
|
|
I wrote this poem in 1984, seems eerily prophetic now
|
|
Innocent child, innocent child,
growing up too fast,
growing up too wild.
Hurt little boy, hurt little boy,
a slave to their will,
no youth to ..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This