The smell of new fallen rain surrounds me,
Rememberances of my previous residance encompass me,
The book I read becomes a blur.
I remember walks in the thick forest,
Dancing in the brook,
My brook;
Playing in the trees,
Sitting high upon my Stranded Rock,
£ooking out over the valley below,
Songbirds singing cherrily,
Happily;
And as I look out over my world,
It pours down again.
Wine of £ife, Wine of Death
by:Chris
A dark red wine traveling down my gullet,
On it's way to my stomach,
Satisfaction races through my neural net,
Temporary satisfaction,
£asting only until I thirst again,
My saliva the colour of crimson velvet,
The taste sends fantasies through my body,
Arousal reaches it's peak,
The metallic aftertaste not helping a bit.
I go out under the harvest moon in search of another victim,
Another to satisfy my raging hunger-
A dark red wine traveling down my gullet...
Innocence Gone
by:Chris
Ah, the innocence of childhood,
Not knowing of the world or the workings about us,
Asking questions to achieve knowledge of the world we will grow to hate.
In lack of knowledge hides innocence.
Sad only when the sun "goes away" behind a cloud;
With no concept of time,
But needing to know what time it is.
Everything is a race,
A game to be won or lost,
The winner decided by the child's mind,
Making up the rules as he goes along.
Creating our own language;
Ruling our own life.
For Daddy
By:Paula Jane Justice
So many things left unsaid
Just words I suppose
Words about first loves
And kisses
Plays and poems
Skinned knees and sunburned noses
Driver's license and final exams
The pain of heartbreak
The joys of success
Of everyday life
I felt that you shut me out
But maybe it was me who shut you out
I kept hoping and waiting
For you to come back
And now the wait is over
Because I waited too long
And now your gone
Even though I'm the one who knew you least
I feel like I'm the one who misses you most
I didn't get a chance for one more I love you
Sometimes I wonder if I did
Or if you did
Or was I lost somewhere, forgotten in the shuffle
Those words are often hard for me to say
Perhaps they were for you too
But I did
And this is my way
The blame lays in my hands
And it is a scar I will carry until I see you again
