Remember me always, in everything you say.
The loving care and tenderness, I gave to you each day.
I'm sorry it had to be like this, I'm sorry I must go.
Remember me always, and the love I tried to show.

If love can bind our hearts so close, then friends we shall forever be.
And in these days of pain and sorrow, always remember me.
For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten son.
In this life that will be ending soon, it's to him, that I must run.

Remember me always, in everything you do.
The loving memories and thoughtful times, will always get you through.
It hurts for me to say this, it hurts so much to cry.
Remember me always, because someday, I am going to die.

In a world like this,
I could cry every night.
To see the pain in there face,
is a really sad sight.

It's a jungle out there,
for those who do not know.
Soon there will be a war,
and the hunger will grow.

The starving and the cold,
will rise up in the rain.
Our prophecy has been told,
Through the living and the slain.

Down they will fall,
as the poor will rise.
On there knees they will crawl,
I see through these dark eyes.

Cities will be torn apart,
territories will be found.
Our country will have lost her heart,
her voice will have no sound.

Who am I? Why am I here?
I walk through the valley, without any fear.
What is my purpose? Why can't I see?
Something is running, running after me.

Am I good or bad? I do not know.
Am I friend? Or am I foe?
Do I belong to Satan? Or does God forgive?
The crimes I've commited, the sins I did?

Have I sold my soul? Yes or no?
Heaven or Hell? I do not know.
I am empty, empty as a shell.
Let the truth be known, I can never tell.

I hear no evil, I am deaf.
First I turn right, then I turn left.
I see no evil, I am blind.
Who's hands are these? Are they kind?
I speak no evil, I have no voice.
I am forgiven, I will rejoice.

A poet writes about what they think, perceive, and feel.

Much of the time, writing makes the poet heal.

I see many on here, both young and old.

From the suicidal, to the bold.

The younger ones, don't really know what to do.

And the older ones, become mentors that are true.

We all need to work together, and free all that is inside.

Support one another, so no one feels the need to hide.

Leave comments, and let people know you were there.

encourage them, and tell them, that you really do care.

Mark them as favorites, become one of there fans.

Read each others poems, and instead of saying you can't,

tell them you can...

They hustle and bustle, through the days and night.
Waiting on people, so there food will taste right.
They pour me my coffee, they put up with my smoke.
My loitering they swallow, and don't even choke.

This waitstaff works hard, some people don't see.
All the work they put into, serving you and me.
There wages are low, and tips can be poor.
Some customers may even, leave there manners at the door.

But still they work hard, and smile to you.
When you leave this place happy, it's good service that's true.
Many have bills, or families to raise.
They depend on your tips, to get through the days.

So when you come in, remember all the work.
These people try very hard, so don't be a ****.
There customers they like, and we like them as well.
Treat them with respect, don't give them any hell.

Hello, how are you?
Me? I'm fine
And how are you?

I went to the store today, to buy a few things I need.

As I was standing in line, staring at the things to read.

A gentleman approached, with only one thing I could see.

I suggested he go first, he shouldn't have to wait for me.


He said "No thank you", but I couldn't understand why?

I had so many things, and he only had one item to buy.

I told him that it's really okay, and that I don't mind.

He smiled at me and said, "No thank you, but you are very kind".


"I am out of work right now, and I cannot afford to do more.

And so I walk a very long ways, each day I go to the store.

When I arrive I walk around, looking for something small.

I take my time and shop around, and pretend I'm at the mall".


"So I hope you understand, this is all I have to do.

I really am not lying, unfortunately this is true."

I let him stay behind me, with the only item he had.

And I couldn't be more thankful, even though I felt bad.

In the dark, the monsters are there.

Hoping that they, will give you a scare.

There is no good, but always bad.

I wanted protection, but where was my dad.


And so I ran, on through the night.

Running forever, to find the light.

The light was not there, and I could not see.

Whatever was happening, happening to me.


I cried for help, but it was weak.

My voice had become, a quiet squeak.

And so they hurt me, one by one.

They laughed and they joked, as they had there fun.


And so in the end, I lay on the ground.

Beaten and bruised, until I was found.

It's my fault, I am to blame.

That's what they said, when they said my name.

I am the ripe old king, of a castle by the sea.
I walk with a limp, because a dragon bit my knee.
My peasants all love me, or so they say.
But when our castle is getting invaded, where are they?

I have no taxes, I love good cheer.
When there glasses run empty, I buy them more beer.
If my peasants are hungry, we have a feast.
After I had spent my day, hunting down the beast.

My peasants are rich, and I am poor.
The dragon won't fight me, he says I'm a bore.
And when I'm not helping, my friends in need.
I'm out in the fields, planting more seed.

My horses are weak, and are getting old.
The royal carriage, has already been sold.
I think in the end, we'll claim bankruptcy.
And I'll let this old castle, fall into the sea.

Rain drops are falling, on this chilly autumn day.

The trees are green, but the skies are grey.

Leaves cover, the saturated ground.

While the rain is making, a beautiful sound.

My pets are depressed, and so they sleep.

They all hate the rain, but the sun they will keep.

We have a glowing fire, that keeps us warm inside.

But come the winter time, it's here we will hide.

My laptop lay before me, as I type away this poem.

Relaxing by the fire, there's no place like home.

Lately I've been a little depressed,
My life hasn't turned out the way I had wanted it to.
I guess many could say the same thing,
but I really don't know what to do....

Yes I write about killing myself,
the thought really has crossed my mind.
However, I also think about the ones I love,
they have all been so very kind.

I would never want to hurt them,
as my death would surely do.
And so I continue through this life,
not knowing what to do.

I feel so **** inadequate,
and ignorant as well.
It seems no matter how hard I try,
my life is always hell.

I know I should feel happy,
and smile and laugh and play!
But then I would be living a lie,
each and every day.

I guess I've fallen out of love,
for myself these last few years.
But that's the life I've chosen...
Sad and full of tears.

A mother is special, when she is like you.
Friends come and go, but you are always true.
When I was a baby, your protection I would need.
You taught me how to write, and even how to read.

When it comes to friends, you would be number one.
You have taught me a lot, and even made it fun.
There is no handbooks, and they don't tell you the rules.
But you did the best you could, with hardly any tools.

I know it is hard, to be a parent and a friend.
My love is always coming, in these letters that I send.
I hope to see you soon, you know I really do.
No matter our differences, we will never be through.

Take care of yourself, and know these words I say.
Have a positive and beautiful, Mothers Day!

When a person looks at me,
they see what they want to see.
Usually they think I'm normal,
they think I'm smart, they think I'm...
But they don't see the difficulties I have,
They don't understand, nor do they want to.
I feel so lonely, because of what they see.
because whoever there looking at, it certainly isn't me...

Say goodbye my friends,
for war begins today.
Open your eye's and see,
it will never go away.
Death is on both sides,
and families start to cry.
The government don't care,
but the parent's still ask why.

Down, down, down,
down, down, down.
Going down this way,
the bullet's all rang out.
Falling to there deaths,
toy soldiers scream and shout.

Graveyards full of strangers,
and now our children too.
Daughter's dressed in pink,
and our son's are dressed in blue.
So many wars have come and gone,
and now we fight one more.
In the end there's nothing won,
and you wonder what it's for?

Hatred's what we see now,
for others and our own.
And if we have no gun to shoot,
we'll always cast a stone.

It was icy cold and dreary out,
the worst weather that we've had.
I was waiting up well after twelve,
praying for my dad.
The wind was blowing, something fierce,
and I was scared inside.
I ran into my closet,
for the safest place to hide.

It wasn't to long after that,
when I heard the door.
I think it was, but not for sure,
somewhere about four.
Running to the living room,
I saw a figure there.
My mom was talking to the cop's,
when I had stopped to stare.

I can't remember what was said,
that night so long ago.
The one thing I had always asked,
Where did my daddy go?
There was a lot of crying then,
inside my mothers eyes.
I would listen at her bedroom door,
and hear her muffled cries.

I've grown up a lot since then,
that night my father died.
Now I know the reason why,
everyone had lied.
My father had got really drunk,
and tried to drive his car.
And when I prayed that prayer that night,
there was a falling star.

The angels came and took my dad,
up to heaven above.
There he sits with God's good care,
and filled with so much love.
I know what happened, to my dad,
that night so long ago.
And if I need an angel now,
I know my dad will show.

Sun shining brite, on the mountains below.
Light breaking through, on the new fallen snow.
Valleys and foothills, are impressive to me.
His love shines through the clouds, for all to see.

He worked so hard, six days of the week.
For all to live here, and for him we should seek.
The clouds are all floating, along the horizon.
Mountains are black, against the morning dawn.

Trees are all strung, along the mountain side.
They run from the mountains, up to the ocean tide.
The beauty of the mountains, and trees I can see.
But I also know without him, none of this would be.

And so I ask you, to help save planet earth.
None of this would be possible, if not of Jesus' birth.
The birds of the air, and the creatures on land.
We all would be extinct, if not for Gods hand.

And so I ask you, again I make this plea.
Because Jesus is comming, for you and me.

Who, what, where, when, and why?
These are the questions, children always cry.
How much longer? Are we there yet?
As you turn the radio up, you tell them not to fret.

I don't want too! Why should I?
Teenage years, they rebel and they lie.
But the phone sometimes ring, late at night.
Are they okay, officer? Are they alright?

You work and you worry and you love them so.
Are they alright? That's all you want to know.
The kids are grown and have families too.
Now it's them, who are taking care of you.

Who, what, where, when, and why?
These are the questions, grandparents always cry.
How much longer? Are we there yet?
As you turn the radio up, you tell them not to fret.

It's a whisper in your ear
He's telling you not to fear
The Lords just teaching right from wrong
It's time for us to listen
To the words he has to say
And He might just say them in a song

It could be just a whisper
Or maybe even a shout
The end is coming very soon
He will come like a thief
In the middle of the night
Or it could even be at noon

So listen all you people
While there is still time
And believe with all of your heart
There won't be time to pray
And there won't be time to run
So now is a good time to start

The angels sing the gospel
While the Christians dance around
Heaven is a good place to be
The sun is always shinning
And there's no rain in sight
I've made the right choice for me

My friends I hold close, I hope you will see.
I treat them the best, as I wish they would me.
No matter what comes, the memories we'll share.
My friends let me know, that they really do care.

I'm glad I have friends, who are like you.
Who will never hurt me, and will always be true.
My friends are special, in so many ways.
I hope we stay friends, for the rest of our day's.

We will grow a little wiser, and a love will fill our heart.
No matter what happens, I hope we never part.
Friendships can last, if we really do try.
We will soar with the eagles, the time will fly.

But a friendship I'm glad, you have given me.
Because a friend is all, I know how to be.
So this is the only thing, that I can give you.
I will try very hard, to always stay true.