sarahamerica

We are not we, We are they they who walk amongst the shadows of the night, Wishing for an end, praying for mercy, falling for change. In all the choas and pain we stand alone. Silent. Afride to break what little we have, and earnst we hide, moon streaks lighting our path of darkess, stressing our eyes, never looking up, never seeing the hundreds of blank souls passing, when you are never willing, if you never love, when you are here, you are not you, you are us, you are not one of us, you are one of them, One of They.

My Lonliness, strong summer's sun in your eyes, Blinding, Sadness beyond compare, like an awakeable deep sleep, a life without love, for then is it really a life at all? Or is it a meaningless, slow envolved agoney, from which there is no escape? Hiding within yourself, desprite to get out, chained by fear, Avoiding all and everyone, Not caring, Depends on who, Maybe life would be easier not to care? Or try? About anyone. But it's not, it only completes the pain. EVERLASTING.

I am a child, A mear child, in a world od adult games, air raid sirens alert, we hear over the plains, droves of people run, like animals, to hide from falling bombs. I am one, minutes ago I was walking on childrens dreams, reality struck. running over bodies, friends, strangers, family. My eyes swell, Rain puddles red with blood, the afternoon is dusty, sky hangs gloom, like a wreath on his door. Air smells of death, distruction is everywhere, blood, moans, cries, PAIN. Bombs still drop. Will they Show no mercy, victims of tragity, it is us, them and death, in a one on one game of Life.

Days of sun, Nights of stars, Children's smiles, You and Me. Crying Clowns, Rainy Vacations, Dying Relations, You now Gone. Man and Mistress, Milk and Water, Sea and Sewer, You with Her. Soleless Shoes, Payless Do's, Smiling Mona, Me Alone. Fingerless Hands, Beatless Hearts, Faceless Cards, You Alone. Winter becomes Spring, Spring soon Summer, Summer then Fall, We are still apart. Browling Brothers, Parodox Priests, Tourture Chambers, Thoughts of You. Opposites Attract, Noticed Angel, Uncontrollable Urges, Our Eyes Met. Yellow Dandilions. Earth and Moon, Kissing with Passion, Together again. Once Upon A Tim

Please dont hide your hocas pocas eyes, with stolen glances and quick goodbyes, dont push your technicolor lies, concealed beneith your catepiller hood. look right at me, in my face you can see, what was never to be, you and me, leave your mulitcolored cloch for all the world to witness. my soul, my heart, submissive at your bay, your working to find another trap to lay, doesnt bother me none, I'm leaving today, away from all the tricks of your rainbow coverings. let me go from your black hold, your secrets and deceptions have grown old, I am not stupid, as I was this time, not willing to fold, no more pretending not to see you

I look into the mirror and I dont like what I see, A haggered, hollow shell of what I used to be, a proud versade, a fake now broken, now shattered, vaunerablity longing for an instance, a hint, that I mattered, Keeping a distance from two-faced distractions, and days full of empty, dangerous human interactions, deceptive of all my inner personal wars, I dont want to hide, I dont want to lie anymore, cant I donate my life to some more deserving, and vanish my position and be less subserving, to a past too cruel to easily forget each heartbeat a new sting, I regret, a cold hand, forever silence, too slow, allowing my pain, my slef

A day too warm to forget, A day too long in the sun, A man, a mystery, with sunglasses, A long silence, As I flirtativly swing my hips, As looking longingly over his technicolor lenses, As not to let me see, As we enjoy the one hour affair with our eyes, We make love without touching, We lust with no satisfaction. We smile as I sassily comment to other men, We watch the others movements, want. He soon leaves, my interview is done, He takes not long to return, He doesnt need to say much, persaudes, He asks me for just one night, I tell him I cant, I say I am not that type of girl, I know my heart is owned by another, I am o

I sat tonight, and tired to write a poem, which usually comes easily, but I sat....... and nothing came to mind, that even came close to how I feel. So I went upstairs, and I got a Webster*, yet I could not fine a word, to compare to how worthy of my admiration, you truly are. I could not find a word, to explain, how I adore you, or how Sweet tempered you are. So I sat, two hours...... and learned twenty new words, but didnt find enough, to discribe How amazing you are to me. All I can do now, is tell you how, increadable you are, and how abundently I love you, Also to say it with increasing care each time, because no