Monday, October 29, 2007
nothing left to say
a mother, a daughter, a friend, hopeless and without end.
this journey will be long, it started when it all went wrong, when friends were others, children were visits, and parents, unknown.
now she sits alone, alone for all the things she hates, and though she is relaxed, her body still aches. aches for the ones she loves, and misses the warmth of others.
and everynight, she begins her routine, crying about the important things, knowing she did wrong, yet, trying to stay strong.
and as she turns over to pray, she whispers her thankyou's and blesses and because tomorrow is just another day, she closes her eyes because there is nothing left to say.
By: Alex Smith. 8/12/07
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Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Don't Let Me Lose You.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Don't let me lose you
In this wretched world full of hate, love and sorrow
Don't be mislead by who you think you are.
You may think you have been through it all.
You've hit the dead end, it was your last call.
Just don't be surprised when your phone rings again,
With bad news that someone has to lend.
The lost love was never found, the father's dead, buried in the ground, the mother's heart, her heart will pound, as she sits surrounded in the sound.
The bloody wrists, the flowing pain, cut deep sweetie. It's all a game.
The wet cheeks, the helpless whines, cry honey. It's your time to shine.
The blown brains, the insignificant screams, pull it baby. It's as bad as it seems.
The dry throats, the heartless gags, swallow it dear. It's nothing to fear.
There are many and there are few, just please don't let me lose you.
-alex smith 4/2/07
Don't let me lose you
In this wretched world full of hate, love and sorrow
Don't be mislead by who you think you are.
You may think you have been through it all.
You've hit the dead end, it was your last call.
Just don't be surprised when your phone rings again,
With bad news that someone has to lend.
The lost love was never found, the father's dead, buried in the ground, the mother's heart, her heart will pound, as she sits surrounded in the sound.
The bloody wrists, the flowing pain, cut deep sweetie. It's all a game.
The wet cheeks, the helpless whines, cry honey. It's your time to shine.
The blown brains, the insignificant screams, pull it baby. It's as bad as it seems.
The dry throats, the heartless gags, swallow it dear. It's nothing to fear.
There are many and there are few, just please don't let me lose you.
-alex smith 4/2/07
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