one two one two testing test ing

does your brain work
odoes you brain hurt
does your min fill with the crap of life
do you feel like your losing your grip
dont painic this is just life

it happens to us all your no mader than the next
what is sanity any way

Take me away from here

take me away from here away from the wind and snow

take me to place where the the sun shines and the wind doesn't blow

take me where there's no snow no rain or no wind to blow

take me to a place where there's no sorrow

no pain or heartache

Fools Game: Written 2002

I sit here night after night wondering is my life ever going to come right this once beautiful body this lovely face now filled with spots with the poison imposed on it by the months of over eating to try to shut out the world,

The alcohol which followed was good for the mind when used but once stopped the terrible effects are seen the pitted out liver the cloths that don’t fit from what was once so enjoyed how can so much hurt come.

On the edge of it on the brink of the brake down on the edge of madness trying to hard not to play the fool.

The Wonder Of Love: Written 2002

I wonder will he ever come the one true love I’ve always wanted not the one that who made me brake down, I want to feel love, I sit here writing to help my thought my feelings of love my feelings of sorrow I’m sure it will all come right tomorrow.

A New Day: Writen 2002

I wish tomorrow would come, she was told don’t do that she was told you’ll wish you never did she stayed up all night to wait for the dawn but when it came she was under the covers with lids tightly closed.

When she awoke the day was all but spent the day that she had waited for for so long had come and gone, a day wasted remember this lesson and learn it well not to wish for the day you want because it comes to soon and your whole life will be spent in waiting.

Assigment : Writen 2002

I sit here alone sipping my coffee with my fag in my hand I watch the screen till my eyes feel numb will I ever get this done.

My finger ache from typing and my mind feels numb will I will I ever get this done?.

Life Line: Writen 2000

Life like this isn’t living its existing but its not living feeling low most of the time the time like this poem my life seems to have no rhyme or reason.

Life on the line take a walk on the wild side I want to cry but cant not today.
Hold it but this is my li8fe this line my life is on it I want it on the other side so it’s actually mine

Lifes futility: Writen 2000

The futility of life the realization has come to me that with every passing day I have less life to live less time to be me less time to be free.

As we all get older we all crave those days where the grass was greener when a hour seemed to last for days and all we wished for was the summer suns wonderful rays and the sound of the three o’clock bell!!.