devil

The devil is near,
and he is waiting to collect a soul.

He is searching for something
young, vulnerable.

He crouches in these woods,
Spreads himself on this tree –
waiting.

He has been here before,
Curled as a serpent,
Lurking –
temping Eve to touch the glorious fruit.

He has been here before,
A voice in the wind:
“You know you want to.”

And again
He is always right.

alone

Her sheets are lonely at night and to her thats her comfort.
missing him isnt her option its her choice, her heart is wiliting .Those late night phone calls come to an end,
but do you find your self checking your missed call section?
knowing nothing will be there.

Those simple text messages with 11:11pm " make a wish" mean nothing now.
but they ment something to her...

Days left

How many days left?

how many served, till you come home to me with open arms.

How many hours till my heart

opens to you?

Hours till our lips can meet once again

or feel the tears of

rejection if you never appear.

The Dear John, letter

burns a whole in my mail box,

with the words

"I love you but we can never be"

But your heart still belongs to me.

Remember?

Remember those August nights?

Where our love came to be

and our hearts formed as one.

As if we were one person

alone in the universe.

My world is empty without you here..

Now that you're gone

I wish i had a chance to tell you goodbye before they laid you to rest.

But my heart still flies with you like a dove on the wind

Sometimes beautiful things die.

side walks

If sidewalks could talk,

they be telling a thousand stories

stories of hearts entwined in pebbles of time

If side walks would talk

they share stories of joy.sadness. hopes and dreams.

If side walks could talk.......

andrea gibson

i love this women work, it's touching and yet speaks the truth, check out her video's and poetry


http://www.andreagibson.org/videos/videos.html

Relationship poetry

yesterday was our work shop for CW and here is my work for the relationship poetry station.

Dear entire body,
it makes me sick looking at you through a mirror
that dubble zero figure that girls wish to be, the truth is you really dont want to be that size.

xsmall tops to show off your upper body
to give men a cheap trill as you walk by.

(not done yet)

short story.

Round and round:
Lights, colors, spin in her head. music surrounds her and she cant escape.
Carriages racing through the night, but suddenly they start to fade.
She's awaken from the whinnying of a horse in the distance.

two worlds

Heaven and hell are spilt in two:

One world,
where man can overcome tempations and quests, to be a hero.

some fall ,though.,
and enter the world of hatred.
Evil run through men's veins ,
pulling other victims into the gates

They become the sons of hades,

but men who dont fall will be guided by apollo.

:-]

I'm proud of my self
i did well on all my midterms,most of all i got an 100 on my CW midterm
:-]

movie of truth

As cameras flash your
eyes are blinded by painted smiles around you

I am a the movie
which we used to call love

But the credits have already
started to roll.
take your bow your fading away now like the next scene