There was once a time where I actully beleived I could be someone or some thing.I now look back and wonder what I saw in my future. Was it hopes I wanted to reach or dreams I coud not grasp? Have i given up or given in? Either way i've let my self down.So many questions left unanswerd,unacomplished.There are things i've never tried.Who's to say what could have been or should have been? Its to late to catch up with my past. To keep going on means I fall more behind.Trying to look up just to be put back down. What do I do for things i've never done? I feel sorry for my self,but more for those who belived in me.
By:Eddie.M.
Is the world coming to an end?
Is it all just full of sin?
Is there a GOD?
Is the world coming to an end?
Is it all just full of sin?
Is there a GOD?
Is there Satan?
Is every one confused and abused?
Do people think of them selves as Losers and Abusers?
Do you lay alone at night asking yourself why?
What is the World coming to?
Shall it be a new beginning?
Or shall it be the final end?
Will our lives change, will we find someone to make us whole?
Or will we forever live alone in downheartedness?
What is the world coming to?
Could it be an end?
By: Rhea B.
Starry-eyed eyed
looking up at the sky
having absolutely no idea
how high her spirits will fly
She seems so innocent
as she talks of the world’s
wrongs
She compares good and bad
even with the little experience
she’s had
She thinks that she is in
a race against time
She wants to grow up
and be treated as an adult
Yet she is still a child
Having to choose between
barbie dolls and punk rock
Thriving to be like her
Older sisters
Feeling the pain of the world
and not caring
Feeling love
and not knowing
Wishing
wanting
needing
to be her own person
Collapsing under peer pressure
Yet staying unique
Seeking out
What the world has to offer
as she is molded into what
she wants to be
Life After Midnight
Quite too quiet
Too silent
Too calm
It's strange, dead, lifeless
It's ever going on
The black sky
The full moon
The people sleeping, like in their mother's woumb.
Yet while the people sleep
The demons creep
Creep into their sleep
Into their dreams, turned nightmare
Yet when they wake
The dream is gone
As are the demons
Because the day has come
By: Ricky Gana