May Winds

Friday, March 31, 2006

How could you leave me feeling

that if I die today that you won't care for me
without a family to call my own
dumped with a person who doesn't want me around
like I don't matter to you
like I'd make my heart as dark as yours, that you'd want me back
like I'm nothing without you
like I'm alive just so you can hurt me
like my being alive doesn't matter to you
like my tears have dried up along time ago
like my feeling for you mean nothing
as if my being here is enough for you to not want me
like I'm have disappointment to you
like I'm failure in your eyes
like I was discourteous that I needed to be disconnected from my family
like I frustrated you into not liking me
like I'd disappointed you every time that I was you were near

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Am I really needed??

No one calls

No one writes

No one sends an email from time to time

Everyone depends on me to to do it all and now I ask myself

Life's not all that great but am I really needed?

Thursday, March 23, 2006


There is darkness all around me
it's pushing all of the light away
and making the light take all of the happiness with it
but with the darkness comes sadness, memories, and tears.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Promises and Memories

Promises are like the rain, pours down on those who listen.

They are washed away with time and never told to a soul afterwards.

So why do some memories fade like a rainbow?

Because each day, we make newer memories to replace the older ones.

But Promises and memories freeze with time and are washed up and remembered with words from another.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

That Silver Ray of Hope

Yea, right!

A silver ray of hope is as meanless as a penny placed in a fountain. It means nothing to no one and doesn't bring you joy unless you go and do what does bring you joy.

It's almost the same as saving a dollar for a rainy day. That rainy day comes and you already spent that dollar, now what are you do?

Makes you want to stop and smell the roses, doesn't it? But you don't find roses in a dead garden and you don't find roses growing in the middle of the winter, either.

So that wonderful silver ray of hope dies along with everything else that watches the changes of seasons. If goes away when we're not looking and makes us grin and bare our miss chance at happiness.

And happiness is like a rainbow, when you not looking one will show up and disappear just as fast.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Dark and troubled

Dark and troubled my day has been

I haven't found a light

No really meaning to live by

No one real thing to hold on to durring these times.

But what brings me to this place?

It's not the life I have now,

But the life I had before.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

I feel like

I feel like dying!

I don't know why

but I really do feel like dying.

Living isn't all that great,

Friends come and go

No one calls or writes anymore.

Everywehre I look there's

people dying, crying, or just not really living.

Makes you wonder if living is all that people say it is.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

In the darkness

It's dark outside

When I look out

No lights can be seen from my window.

Just like that a flash comes out of nowhere

Lighting everything, everywhere.

But it is only for a minute

And in that minute I see everything and nothing all at once.

What is Lost

Have I lost all faith in myself?

Have I lost everything in my life that meant anything at all to me?

I have lost my friends, my family, and my life. I don't even have enough faith to say that I want it all back. As sad and lonely as I am.

Do I really want it all back now? No, not all of it.

Well, maybe a few friends and a family something that shows that I do have a life.

I don't sit up night crying myself to sleep. I don't pray to God to make things easier for me. I just get up and live each day as like the day before.

No matter what happens I'll always have one small thing to keep me to this life that I live. But what is that one small thing that I's hope.

Hope for a brighter tomorrow, even when it doesn't come today, it still might come.

Friday, March 03, 2006


On the moonlight you came

The stars were your eyes

The wind was your voice

Gentle singing soft and low.