I was really embarassed when they brought it out, thnk god they didn't sing.
So I am looking forward to the weekend now, my day has been well cheered up


Abuse of NatureFear in my gut Watching the clock Butterflies in my stomach As the time fast approachesAbuse of Nature
Door opens, The time has come To sense the mood Will he be happy or glum?
Dragged to the floor
My daily regime Kicked in the head
And listening to screams.
What have I done? I am only a child Surely this was not what God had in mind
Born with brown hair
And brown eyes A pleasant baby full of smiles Something I haven’t done in a while.
I try to call out, but the sound is not there, Another punch


Tears in the rainAs I fall to me knees, I feel the cold damp earth beneath me, My heart near stalls, As the shock takes over me.Tears in the rain
The rain pours from the heavens, where she soon will be, My clothes soaked to the skin, although I cannot feel.
As I stare in trance, out in front of me, one lonely tear forms in my eye, then rolls down my cheek.
I am here in body, but my soul has left me. My internal defences take over, Therefore my heart wont have to believe.
A hand on my shoulder, and a familiar face calling me back to
tha


RegenerationUnder the tall oak tree is where I stand,Regeneration
A droplet of water falls to my hand.
I look through the mist towards the man,
Where he rests by the dirt, with a shovel is his palm.
The tree stands so strong, full of its worth, Its roots drawing life from the nutritious earth, The farmer fed the sapling giving its birth, With the rich soil from this plot, now look at its girth.
As he fills in the hole, and scatters the peat, I am overwhelmed as I fill with grief, Here lies my son, and it’s beyond belief, I will leave him here, six feet deep.
It’s ironic t


Passport to my SoulThe fench was up, the wall was strong, Attraction was there, but trust long gone. With a leap of faith, you scaled the wall, Hoping against hope, I wasn't for a fall!Passport to my Soul
Step by step and brick by brick, The trust once lost, crept back to stay. With laughter and fun the days flew by, Feeling now that loves here to stay.
Its been three years and what a relief. We are now as one, and theres been no grief. Happiness is now our main goal. With all my love, you have the passport to my Soul.
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If its not broke don't fix it, if it is run
Your writings are great. Very deep and meaningful (which is what many writers of today lack in their work).
Thanks for the comment
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BTW, you mispelled Meet The Fockers.
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Question: Why am I not allowed to post "random" journals?
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