Once
a child had a dream.
The dream
that never faded.

Once
a girl had a dream.
A dream
that fades by time.
A dream that
reality wakes
every time
she's sad.

Dreams
can be cruel,
imagination
has nothing
to do with reality.
And yet,
we still
live in imagination
partly.

Once
a girl made a wish.
But
happiness
doesn't live here.
Sadness is eternal.
And yet,
wishes are something
we still long for.

To love
and be loved,
unconditional and pure love
is what we all want,
a piece of happiness
to be ours,
sorrow to find its end.
Once
a girl had a dream.

Darkness is there light...
they hurt other people emotionly and physicaly...
Why do they do this...
i dont know... to mabie feel confort.. from being left out.... mabiey there jelouse of u... dont be a monster... dont hurt other people emotionly and physicaly... so dont hurt others.. dont be cruel ..but be your self.. dont let them bring u down to there level... ignore there crewl comments and tourchureious words... be you... dont let them hurt ur self.. stand up to them.. but dont fight with fists only with strong words .. be assertive.. give them a stern look in the eye.. dont back down... stay strong and proseper threw there darkness.. make light.. for light is ur key.. even if they hurt u.. make light come in.. and never back down..

Lust,
be quiet!


Let it burns inside!
Let my imagination
to be wild!


Be quiet!


Let me feel this moment
the way I want.
Let me feel,
I long to be with him.


Lust,
be quiet.


This thought
should be
locked inside.
He'll hear,
so be quiet,
he'll feel,
so be quiet.


A touch,
that's why
I dream even
when I'm awake.
Oh lust,
be quiet.


Those kisses
burn on my skin
and I want
to remember
that feeling,
I want to keep
that moment
as if it's
eternal.


I want
to dream.


Oh lust,
Be quiet.
He'll hear.

I heard someone whisper,
"Whats up with Victoria? Why is she avoiding me?
Then,
"Oh we haven't talk in a while either."
I wanted to tell them,
'Victoria is gone. She's replaced.' But I can't. Its hard.

You'll see what I mean....


Victoria was one of those who had wanted to keep the grades up.
Now she doesn't give a fuck.
She was so smart,
Now its gone,
Like finishing a poptart.

Victoria used to follow rules,
Now she doesn't listen,
Just becoming to like breaking the rules.
She used to wear clothes that were pink and such,
Now, she thinks its muck.
She loved to talk,
Now she's quiet,
Like a rock.

Victoria was so happy and nice,
Now she's dead and gone.
Like her life,
Before everyting went all wrong...

As I sat there,
All alone and stare
I overheard you say,
"I love you, Renee."
I tried not to cry,
But why?
Was it something I did?
Or did you want me to be dead?

All I want is my pain to just go away.
But what way?
I did everything could,
But it is still hurting me, like any pain should.
I would do anything to get you and the pain gone,
But how?

All I want is everything to go.
I tried and tried to see why you do this to me,
But you just ignored me, my heart, and hated the sight of me.

How could you actually think I was going to be okay?
Okay about me and you just being friends with that all to say?

All I want is that...that..
You never hugged,
Kissed,
And we never fell in love wit each other...

I tried cutting you out of my life,
My mind,
Even my heart...
But nothing worked.

...........

I guess we never were meant to be..

i'm tired of pretend
i'm sorry it has to end
with all the fear and tears
i know we're done here

take his pictures off my wall
take them off and burn them all
i'm tired of all this hurt and say
just take it all away

i screamed
i cried
but i never seemed to know why
now i know you always lied
so its time for us to say goodbye

i'm tired of trying
i feel like i'm dieing
this hurt and pain never seems to go away

im screaming im pleading
my heart has stoped beating
i wish all this would go away
and gone for he rest of my days

poetry Is very well
when you
feel it as hell
dream with everyword you write
to make the poetry pride
and shine through your mind
To see the light through your pen
poetry is a trip
you walk in with your feel
and It's easy To heal
your heart
from the hurt
your mind
from nightmare
your hand
from the cold
and your soul
from the fear
It is Magic you can't see
but It's your heart feel
So let your hand write
what's Inside your heart and mind
don't mind it
you need it
go on your way
and stay
to write everyday
we need your finger
to be free
and never be anger
we need your words to
shine our heart with love
you can see the moon with the stars
light your way together
through your darkness forever

I hear the whistle in my ear but don't respond.
All I do is admire it's authority.
It's ability to summon all who will obey.
The whistle is a leader, all fear and don't question.
We are not chiefs for we cannot order unless we can call the ones who carry out those duties.
The whistle is not a tool but a messenger.
Whom brings us together and whether forced or not we work together and for that we respect this only God.
The whistle is a sign of peace.
Not an annoying ringing.
And that is why I only listen.
Because for me it is only so hard to do as I'm told.
But for the ones stronger and not misguided,follow the yellow brick road lain out just for you.
Don't stand and wait for others.
Obey your whistle.
Because soon you'll be the one blowing the whistle.

HOPE



Our world is broken,
It has been darkened
driven into shadow and uncertainty

we live in fear that disasters will come to us,
arrive on our doorsteps on take what we love most.

that the light of day will never come out of of night that even the stars and moon shall fade away.

Will we be blinded by hate and evil forever?

No

We will overcome this shadow of fear,
we will renew our world and
find our way back to light and goodness.

and when we learn to forgive and love,
the moon and the stars will shine brighter than ever,
and the darkness will be flooded with light.

This is my Hope for our broken world.

I crave love.
Not worth it.
I crave family.
Not worth it.
I crave freinds.
Not worth it.
I crave freedom.
Not worth it.
I crave to be desired.
Not worth it.
I crave a loving touch.
Not woth it.
I want my mom.
Not worth it.
I want to live.
Not worth it.
I want to be saved.
Not worth it.
SUDDENLY
A warm smile.
I am still not worth it.
A loving word.
I am still not worth it.
A gental love.
A warn voise.
I am still not worth it.
A light peeking thro the dark.
I am still not worth it.
I am still not worth it.
I hang my head because I know I am not worth it.

I see you.
I feel you.
I reach to you.
You are not there.
My hand goes right through you.
I must be a ghost.
I whatch you.
I need you.
You are a life time away.
I am just a ghost.
I call to you.
You turn.
You look right at me.
God do you see me?
No you dont.
You look right threw me.
You turn and walk away.
I am left alone.
In darkness.
I am just a ghost.
I have lost you.
I whatch you walk away.
I feel the pain.
WAIT!
I cant feel.
For the dead doesnt feel pain like this.
I run to you.
"I am here!" I scream!
You look right pass me.
I am not dead.
Nor am I alive.
The dead I am is much more painful.
I am dieing form a beoken heart.
A lost love I can never get back.
Now I know.
I am just a ghost.
Waiting to expire.

Crying tears of blood.
Becuase my hear has burst.
Dieing inside becuase theres no way out.
The pain from being alone is to much to bare.
The only relife.
Is to hear you voise.
Feel your touch.
Love and be loved by you.
The razor blade is a comfert.
Feeling the blood drip to the floor.
Seeing it.
Hearing it.
Smelling it.
It makes me smile.
Love is always the best cure.
To me loved.
I am scared of dieing in Hell.
But it never ends.
Just know I love you.
I miss you.
For I am always with you.
Waiting for you.
My only love.

When your minds are
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
you try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so you could feel better,
so you could be free.

Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.

Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?

Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
you need to be prepared.

Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.

Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...

The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.

eveyday I walk lonely
through that way
I don't wanna go
I wanna back
I don't wanna stay In that way
I need something To
keep My heart strong
and to correct My wrong
I don't know What to I belong
But I search for it for time
I don't know how long
I need something to never let me cry or
to let my tears dry
I need some thing
That's Inside your and my heart
To let my soul fly
up so high Into the sky
It's always needed to heal your heart
from this killing hurt
To light your and my way
when the darkness has to stay
through our way
Did You know What it is?
that when everyone want to go away
backs them to stay everyday ,
It's the love
That warms your heart inside
and makes you pride!!!!

Look through the window
and tell me what you see.
Everything lives,
everything blossoms,
it's only you
in your autumn.

Your soul is seeking
for something that
is left a long time ago.
Something to cherish,
something to be attached to.

Why did the beast within
wake up suddenly?
Who called the restlessness?

Who shall win?
Will the autumn itself leave?
Nobody knows,
nobody cares
but you!

It's you trapped within,
your mind gives you nothing
but more anxiety.
Peace is the place
you seek within your heart,
trying to find consolation.

Why you?
Why is this happening
to you?
Will the peace find you
one more time,
or you're the one
who should find peace
within?

When everything is black
in your heart,
you beg the darkness
to leave you be,
but the darkness
is not coming
where the joy
glows,
no,it's not coming
where the hope
still holds on.