When all your love is gone,
And everything’s gone wrong,
Gaze up at the bright night sky,
And know its alright to cry,
When your world seems to end,
And you are your only friend,
Look upon the words in books,
And know life gets better than it looks,
When you are lonely,
And death seems homely,
Reach out for a helping hand,
And find that life can be grand,
The twists and turns of life’s road,
Is enough to make anyone explode,
Adaptation is out only way,
To make it through our day to day.
You were just an acrimonious calamity,
Here in the abiosis and profanity,
Abashed and disorderly you ran the streets,
Ardent for a fight in the sheets,
Egotistical and crude you strutted with pride,
Yet you abhorred the person on the inside,
Years of abeyance have made you abased,
You fought to abirritate the fear you chased,
Those lies only cause you to suffocate,
And made all your pain abate.
The sky is falling,
The wind is howling,
White flashes across the sky,
Lord lets out a thunderous cry,
Watching the falling world around her,
A child struggles not to get pulled under,
For not only is the sky screaming,
But her elders’ tempers are also steaming,
She always gets caught in the storm,
So she hides away in her dorm,
She feels the heat radiate of her cheek,
She wonders if the outlook is always so bleak,
A hallow tear rolls from her eyes,
The pain let out threw her cries,
Thoughts race across her head,
Why is she always in constant dread?
This little girl can not wait,
For someone to show her her lonely fate,
She’s stuck in a world without love,
She watches as the sky crashes above,
A ray of light shows threw the dark sky,
And this helps her get by,
Knowing her peace will come,
And save her from the terrible numb,
She lays her head across her soft white pillow,
And sweet sleep does overthrow,
Her dreams take her away,
And save her from the costs she does pay,
Calm and silent she does rest,
As the storm travels to the west.
Sometimes you dream of a far off place,
Where everyone loves your face,
Somewhere you can be loved like you need,
Someplace where there isn't any greed,
A small town with people who care,
With homes their willing to share,
Where everyone is welcome no matter their need,
With no discreation against race, religion or creed,
Never doubts to where your next meal will come from,
Theres always lots of food and then some,
A place where money isn't there to spend,
Where wealth is measured by the life you tend,
Where the wealthiest man is one whose loved,
A place where you fit like the right size glove,
A dream is not only a dream but what you make of it,
So shape your reality to fit your dreams in it.
A dark cloud covers over the increasing whispers,
These rooms are always causing me shivers,
That empty chair never to be refilled,
Depression causing the air to be filled,
People all around hang their heads,
We're a tapestry with missing threads,
We're the ones left behind the terrible wake,
Listening to your tears for your lost families sake,
It's hard to look you in the eyes,
And to hear the sounds of your cries,
To imagine what you feel,
And not knowing how to deal,
It's hard to not know what to say,
Knowing nothing will ever be okay,
Words meant to comfort do nothing but hurt,
When someone you loves life is cut short,
If there is ever anything we can do,
We'll always be here for you.
In Rememberance of Raymond Carapella
Hold me tight and never let go,
As our lives toss to and fro,
Let me burrow into your voice,
And let our hearts rejoice,
Together in this land dead and dry,
As tears fall from the sky,
Soaking us cold to the bone,
We call each other home,
The warmth of our bodies as they mesh together,
The whispers and promises of forever,
Hands racing because they can't get enough,
Sighs and moans coming out rough,
Right then nothing else matters but the moment,
Hearts focused on the movement,
Helps me escape the life I know,
And you hold me tight and never let go.
I’m standing in front of a mirror,
Only to see my biggest fear,
The people who used to be there,
All those people who used to care,
Are fading away from me,
And I’m left there feeling incomplete,
Their voices echo from some far away place,
From a person with out a face,
Telling me to move on,
All those people are gone,
There is an empty and hollow space,
Around me like a glass case,
I’m stuck in it screaming and pounding,
But only their echoes found me,
You cant go back they say,
This is the price that you have to pay,
Just move on they plead,
But in my heart there’s this great need,
I need them why cant you see,
I yell these words into that empty dark sea,
Finally, tear stricken and aching,
I say one last thing for the taking,
I’ll love you forever,
My heart ache I’ll just live with forever,
But I’ll never forget all of you,
If its the last thing I ever do.
I sit here all alone in my room,
Listening to songs full of doom,
Reflecting on everything that has happened,
Looking at all the friendships come to an end,
All the pictures on my wall,
All the smiling faces I recall,
People and places fly threw my head,
I remember all the words that were said,
All the people who are kindhearted,
All the people who have since departed,
All the people threw laughter and tears,
The people loved threw all the years,
Sometimes I wonder what went wrong,
Why we started to fight and move along,
Why we changed into faceless people with secrets to hide,
Wearing masks to cover how we felt inside,
Telling lies to get revenge for something so stupid,
Shooting arrows into peoples hearts worse then cupid,
Why we turned to malice and hate,
And I realize now its just to late,
To go back to when everything was just so simple,
Watch the smooth water, which at a touch would ripple,
Listen to the laughter as red embers glowed,
Enjoy the life which our gracious lord bestowed,
But that’s so long ago in my memory,
Its the smallest little category,
Silent tears are running down my eyes,
As I remember all those sad good-byes,
All alone here feeling empty and lost,
Which is the saddened cost,
To teach us our malice and pain,
Was all only done in vain.
I still dream of you,
Deep into the night of the old and blue,
All the times we promised to never let the other down,
To share in the knowledge that we found,
The dreams of distant meetings,
The sounds of familiar greetings,
When I needed you you were there,
Our hardships we could always share,
So close were we that I called you Dad,
You were the closest thing to it I’ve had,
You never even had a chance,
I lost you in a forgotten glance,
I never even got to say goodbye,
My dreams always seem to get wry,
Its just one big cruel joke,
And my heart builds hope,
Then daylight scores my eyes,
And I know you’re looking down at me from sunny skies.
In Rememberance of Jospeh Brogle
Footsteps echo from the mud on the ground,
I'm covered head to foot in my black gown,
The world is silent but for the noise I make,
This feeling of power I can not shake,
Under this shadow of darkness I wander,
The powers I have are still a new wonder,
My blood is screaming for justice to be served,
The knowledge of what I'll do has my lips curved,
Blood must be spilled for the debt to be paid,
The cold silver in my grip is here to my aid,
The past can not be forgotten nor forgiven,
Their actions caused my love the life he'd been liven',
The tears that I have cried,
Have long since dried,
Vengence was all thats left for me,
They'll pay their self made fee,
Anger stirs my courage into a deadly rage,
And I continue on my silent rampage.
Sitting silent in the back of the room,
Next to dead flowers way past bloom,
With black nails and spiked hair,
Blood shot eyes and a vacant stare,
The once happy teen watches his blood fall,
While he contemplates it all,
Like when his parents kissed him goodnight,
Comforted him in his fright,
Back then his parents smiled at each other across the table,
And Sunday mornings were for cartoons on cable,
Years passed changing everything for that boy,
Finding out emotions are just a toy,
His parents only told him to grow up,
At his first play neither of them showed up,
Dad ate dinner at work and Mom always cried,
And Sunday mornings were spent in his favorite place to hide,
Now his parents don't even say "I love you Son",
And they never notice the things he's done,
Mom and Dad sleep in seperate beds,
Curse words coming from their heads,
While their only child cowers in the corner of the living room,
Among forgotten memories way past bloom,
Letting all his pain drip out his wrist,
Hoping to find his childhood bliss,
Trying to make everything alright,
By ending his miserable fight.
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