There have been moments of wonder,
Even moments of joy.
But to many clouds,
to reach any goals,
and to little sunshine,
to sustain a soul.

I have known those with strife,
who have risen above,
I take pleasure in knowing,
That not all will give in,
To the terrible sadness,
That has settled within.

Please say something gentle and kind,
Or a bright smile to someone unknown,
Simple things can safe a life,
Or maybe bring a moment of joy,
No need to be trained in fancy techniques,
Just common sense is what most people seek,
No need for rehersals and Psych 101,
Just be real, and accepting, of the uniqueness of all,

Hi jmp,

I like your poem that talks about: "please say something gentle and kind",

It really made me feel good today.

Have a Good Day,

Rob

Sometimes I think that I can say it all
And then I run into the wall.

Was it really real?
Or was it a dream?
Did I make it up?
Is it not as it seems?

Then I realize that it wasn't just me.
And I want to disappear and pretend that I'm not here.

Hi Rob,
Thank you, It was nice to hear that it made you feel good!
You have a good day also!
Jmp

Today I was thinking of a dirtbag of a man, a sniveling weak bad man from long ago.

He made me think of people's roles in comic book fiction.

In comic books, The villians are 8 feet tall and can break Iron cables with a sneeze. The victims are only allowed to cower and be beaten by the villans until the hero arrives.

Well....I found something that empowered me today.

I looked at a dictionary on the internet- I looked in the dictionary for the word, victimize. It said: victimize: to swindle, cheat, goldbrick, defraud, scam, to deprive by deceit and similar definitions.

So, little, weak, powerless little man.....man who's only power is to poor a spoonful of dirt in the hair of someone shorter than you. pathetic weak man.

Here is a message to you-read it and choke on it, weak little thing....

I am not going to play your game in the future and let you or someone call me a victim anymore.

Turn around and leave, I will not see you anymore

little thing.



What power do you have- just this one....you do nothing but annoy my ears with your whimpering, or cry about your gutter stained pants.

You have no leverage with me anymore.

You will never have leaverage with anyone.

Go back to the hole you live in....in your abandoned barn, little tiny worm.

In this world, only the ants are scared of your weak, tiny, pathetic footsteps.

Goodbye.

When I go, I'll take your pain
So that you can live again.
For all the times we shared so much,
Remember all the good,
For why we were dealt so much,
I never will understand,
Just promise that you will smile again,
and cherish every moment,
For no more pain will you feel,
For I will take it all with me,
I only ask one more thing,
Promise me that you will remember me
For what I could have been not who I was.

I caught a glimpse of you walking in the woods
and beside you was a smiling face of someone who was free,
Free of Pain and suffering, I thought it might be me.
But it didn't really matter for I saw that smile again,
The one that made me feel more love,
Than I had ever known,
And if it was cause I was gone,
And you found true love again,
Then I guess I was successful and took the pain from you.

Shadows

I feel the hot breath of depression
Creeping ever closer on my heels.
I feel dark shadow arms encircling.
My quivering heart in terror reels.

Swallowing everything that I am,
His foul stench overrides fear and strife,
And I surrender what’s left of me,
Stopping his advance, ending my life.

Seeing a glimmer of distant hope,
Heart beating faster, as on I race,
Reaching for that last glimmer I see,
But shadow fingers close on my face.

Will I ever see the sun again,
Or feel the warmth of love as it grows?
Will I ever be content with life,
Or will emptiness be all that shows?

Cry of a whippoorwhill
Long lonely sigh
Resting on a windowsill
Lost child of light

Soft white hair
Grief in his face
Eyes of despair
Hope ran away

Who dares a tear
Help this little one
Wipe away the fear
Before he is gone

Childhood is brief
Land oft unfair
Full of grief
Does anyone care?

Nora T.