Small Deaths

A wolf cries for the moon

The moon cries for the sky

The sky cries to the heavens because it

has no desire to die.

Breaking in the Dark

Darkness swallows all
As I sit here, it consumes me;
I watch my bestfriend with him,
Whispering sweetly, smiling happily,
laughing
laughing
laughing

I know they cannot see me,
I am like their shadow
I am around, But alarmingly
they don't know.

In the dark parts of the theatre I hide
Look closer, maybe this time you'll see
Have you ever felt that you were being watched?
Have you ever thought that you were breaking a heart?
Have you ever thought
that you might be breaking my heart?

Ms.

Guns Are Like Thoughts

Guns are like thoughts;
They are rarely used wisely, but
They are often used badly.

When used by the wrong person, they are terrible
When used by the just, they are a miracle to thousands of lives.

Before you say guns are bad,
Only used by crooks
Think about the policemen, but why not think about your children?

What would this nation be like without guns?
Children, women, defenseless men dying because they can't protect
themselves from people who take the law for granted.

I say again, my friends, Guns are like thoughts.
Thoughts aren't bad; Thoughts are not good.
They imply things, but in a sense they do not mean things:
'Tis all in the beholder.

Ms.

Today and Later

Today I saw his deep brown eyes,
Today I saw through my own disguise;
I reached out my arms and hugged the
possessor of the deep brown eyes,
He reached out his arms and hugged me
back.
I may not see those deep brown eyes tomorrow,
and maybe not the next.
Despite all my grief and sorrow, I
will hope and I will pray that he will be back soon.
That will keep the tears from falling, that keeps the
rain from falling.
I will be in his arms again, and I will see those eyes again.

Don't Freak Out

Don't freak out, everything is okay
Don't freak out, everything is okay.
The computer's just messed up, I tell myself.
What a bad omen for such a lovely day.

My computer is not contacting with Blogger,
My computer tells me I have to import my things,
My computer won't send my email to my bestfriend,
who is asking about the books I lent her.

Don't freak out, everything is okay
Don't freak out, everything is okay.
The computer's just messed up, I tell myself.
What a bad omen for such a lovely day.

Hello Friends.

This post is because of my friends on the forums. Yes, I am WithLove.

Just need to clear that up. Okay, now; keep reading.

Roads

I am trudging as if in swamp mud;

For that is what poets do,

When they are in a merciless writers-block,

In search of inspirations to pursue.



I am trudging, trudging,

That I guess you know by now;

I am trudging on an everlasting road,

Full of thoughtless, mocking suggestions.



Who is mocking me?

Why, the road itself!

Don't look at me like I'm crazy,

I swear that it is true.



The road is full of turns

waiting for me to take just one step into a fork,

In order to tell me it was the wrong side of the road!

Oh pitiless road!



And so I trudge on.

Understanding

I enter a whole new mind,

I let my soul wander through it's experiences

It's another way to understand mankind,

But you don't have many chances.



You can walk a mile in other people's shoes,

But what does that do?

If you can wander through their experiences,

Then you must know them at least a little better.



To understand innocence is not foolish,

To understand injustice is not a crime

To act without seeking is foolish,

To treat someone badly without meaning

is wrong.



I wander through the experiences of a

weeping willow, swaying in the breeze, and

I wander through the experiences of a

tiger, crouching ready to kill.



I understand, mind you, I understand. Yet do they

understand me??

M.s.

Into The Forest

The smell of musty undergrowth,

The sound of twinkling laughter from the stars.

The taste of adventure,

The feeling of exploration,

The first one to see.



Am I the first one to see?

The first one to hear that laughter?

To taste the fresh, intoxicating feeling of

exploration, of adventure?

No, not I.



There must have been others before me.

What happened? What changed?

What changed.....................



Now I smell meat, dead meat.

Now I hear sneering, laughing of

stars, jeering, jeering.

The taste of fear is a surprising sensation

on my tounge;

Now I feel sweat upon my brow.



What happened? What changed?



What changed.......................................................





M.s.

Silence In A Scream

Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The unheard gasp, the thoughtless passion,





the tone of which emphisizes the other sound?





Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The garish crying, the emotion rising,





the sound the provokes it?





Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The endless noise, you can not hear it,





but it makes you hear the scream, loud as thunder,





clear as icy water, sharp as a sword:





The time you hear it, you cannot ignore it; for the

silence is louder than the scream.



M.s.

The Land and I

When I glance away,
My soul stares anyway.

As I gain control,
My mind is yet to be found.

As I enter this world, this land,
I must exist in this empire, that democracy.

My heart is gong to beat with it's own rhythm,
No matter what the cold world tries to do.

When I turn away,
I find myself echoing that sight through my mind.

It's uncontrollable,
Yet it's not terrible.

It's passionate,
Passionately insane;
Yet so am I,
And so is this land.



M.s.

Look Into My Eyes

Look into my eyes
Do you see it?
Do you see the pain,
The sorrow?

Look into my eyes
Look now,
Memorize the tears
It won't be there tommorow.

Look into my eyes
Do you see it?
No, you won't now
You'll never see the pain I felt,
You'll never see that tear be shead,
You will never see my sorrow................................

...........................Again.

M.s.