~Image by Joee~
~innocent flower~ Innocent boy child sends her pictures of purple flowers and pictures of green moss. He said that he wished only to laugh with her. The joy that he gave to her spirit only she will know. She wants to place his hand into her hand and run to the seashore laughing as the wind butterfly kisses the sand away into the soft light far from all her cares. She sinks softly onto a bed of green mosses and of purple flowers and innocently dreams of the boy who wished her to laugh. -Kimba Copyright: February 26, 2001
In the park, my mind Zenatized in blyssful radiance of cool shade amid sunlit rivers of sky. My eyes exude butterflies with psychedelic wings, shimmering rainbows in flight toward Valhalla. -Matt Copyright: July 2001 airlesslunar@yahoo.com
"She cries and life is like some movie black and white and actors makin lies, over and over and over again she cries..." --Hemhorage (in my hands) "So Afraid" Never again I said Until I met you Forget relationships Its all a dramatic mess Then you held me close Made me feel... Wanted? Needed? I don't know But you did it to me I held your hand You hugged me close I gave you my link Now I wait Hope you'll call Can't wait To see your face Don't be like them Hurt me again Please I'm already So afraid -©Stef 2001 krazyb4ne1@aol.com
so long since i touched your soft skin so long since i saw your lovely smile everyday i long for you the distance kills me inside never have i loved like i love you time is nothing when i think of you give me a reason to live in this... hell would be paradise if you held my hand stare at your picture longing for your lips to touch mine years apart yet still my love grows no end in site your faults make me love you more life is torture without you near so i beg when i hold you close don't leave me again -societies fall copyright: may 2001 soldier@mindspring.com
emptiness' cage everything is melting away all we had is lost in this way why can't i hold on to today? why is our love slipping astray? i can not hold you close like i want to even if i could what would it do? we are slowly falling from this page trapping ourselves in emptiness' cage good bye, good bye, good bye we're walking away again good bye, good bye, good bye the hardest thing is what is never said all i want to do involves you all i want to be can't set me free all i ever wanted was to be with you all i ever received is killing me good bye, good bye, good bye we're walking away again good bye, good bye, good bye the hardest thing is what is never said everything is going astray all we were will be gone someday why can't i let go of what's lost? why does our love have such a cost? i can not hold on to yesterday's thought even if i could memories rot we are always falling off this ledge trapping ourselves in an invisible pledge good bye, good bye, good bye we're walking away again good bye, good bye, good bye the hardest thing is what is never said we are slowly falling from this page trapping ourselves in emptiness' cage in emptiness' cage in emptiness -Fawn callisto_reborn@hotmail.com Copyright:March 12, 2001
THE LONELY DUCK The lonely duck swims in the pond Memories of faded companionship still remain The sun moves away from a cloud shinning brightness on the water The duck finds a companion and swims joyously with it at its side Another cloud blocks the sun's light and the companion vanishes The lonely duck swims in the pond -Alton Copyright:2002 leenalton@hawaii.rr.com
lifted my spirits when all else failed done more then you know mean more then i can express a smile that would brighten hells dark depths lightened my heart with laughter brought me back from a depression that i thought never to return from my honesty makes you blush but yours lets me live brought me more happiness then can be imagined hopefully you have helped to end my search and torture with it for all these things i will forever have you as a dear friend and sister if a heaven exists they will be lucky to be graced by your presence a saint for your kindness when all others had abandoned problems we have had but always willing to talk respect and love poor forth from my being my death would be yours if only you asked -societies fall copyright: may 2001 soldier@mindspring.com