
01-12-2008, 05:41 AM
Trapped
I feel like i'm drowning.
Hopelessly strugglingagainst all odds to succeed.
With no where to go,
I'm stuck in a real tight spot.
NO way out.
Screaming and Yelling for help,
But getting no reply.
Complete nothingness.
Black, pitch black.
Total darkness.
Trapped!
Nothing you or anyone can do.
No hope in escaping.
Stuck with no chance for survival.
running, screaming down every hall.
Trying to find a way out.
But I can't because I'm trapped inside my mind,
Protected by my heart,
And I've past the point of no return...
A WINTERS NIGHT
Softness.
The snow settles on the ground.
It nestles close to the earth,
Like a young child to their mother.
I gaze out across this vast landscape of white.
This is perfection.
Nature at its finest.
I turn my head as A frozen crystal catches the light of the rising moon.
It breaks over the crest of the hill,
And I am blinded by its reflection on a thousand tiny flakes.
Far off in the distance a wold howls long and slow.
I turn and head for home,
Following the green light that dances in the air.
Softly I whisper goodnight,
To the peaceful snow and quiet moonlight.
THREE WORDS
Could three words be the end to births?
Only meaning when they flow like water.
Will you let them scrape your heart?
The wind, it speaks your name.
So I can only sleep when the air is calm
Because it sends chills down my spine to think of you,
And to think of those three words.
Could three words be the end to births?
Only meaning when they flow like water.
Will you let them scrape your heart?
Your voice is as beautiful as the sound of waves
Crashing against my heart.
I try and count the grains of sand but there are to many,
And they slip through my fingers.
But I know that those three words amount to more than all the sand in the universe.
Could three words be the end to births?
Only meaning when they flow like water.
Will you let them scrape your heart?
Love is as vital to life as blood is to the tender hearted.
How can one survive without those three little words.
I Love You.
I Love You more than you will ever know
And that keeps me gripping to this fragile life.
Could three words be the end to births?
Only meaning when they flow like water.
Will you let them scrape your heart?
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