13 Candles

Written as a tribute to those who died in the Columbine Shooting.

Candles floating on an open sea
glowing brightly in the night.
13 Candles bob across the waves
for 13 lives lost one day.

13 candles floating on an open sea,
in a way the souls are free.
But why so many were forced to say good-bye,
remains an ugly mystery.

13 candles floating on an open sea
what a sight to behold.
Finally a chance to say good-bye
never to be forgotten.

13 lost lives and endless memories
and a river of endless tears
as 13 candles continue to float
upon the open sea.
 

I Won

Every day it comes full force
Killing me in every way it can.
Slamming me, bashing me,
Not even caring.

Its ruthless ways
Are done without guilt.
Its laughter echoes in my ears
As I try to turn away, to run away,
To get away.

Tears come too fast to swallow,
I feel like something
That should be thrown away;
Discarded, left to suffer alone,
In darkness and shame.

It tries to conger, to win,
To completely tear me apart.
But I gain my strength and fight it hard.
I am proud to say I won.

Where You Are

When I wish upon a star
I wonder, lover, where you are
Look up high into the sky
And wonder where you are

When I watch my friends go out
I wonder, lover, why that can't be me
I look up high into the sky
And wonder where you are

When I see how happy I could be
I wonder, lover, will that ever be me
And I look up high into the sky
And wonder where you are

I wonder why you aren't with me
I wonder if you'll ever be
I wonder where you are tonight
I wonder why you aren't with me

And when I wish upon a star
I wonder, lover, where you are
Look up high into the sky
And wonder where you are

Backward Kind of Day

I woke up today
I put my right shoe on my left foot
I put my pants on my head
and my hat on my hand
I unmade the bed
closed the curtains
and messed up my hair
walking backward I went downstairs
and then back up
I ate dinner instead of breakfast
the newspaper was upside down
I put my purse around my neck and
walking backwards, walked out the door
I guess it's a backward kind of day today

The Face

to Jessica, the artist who created the plaster head.

It all began as an ugly green lump
and a head that was made of foam.
I watched it evolve from a generic face
into someone that I knew.

It became an ugly lump again
once plaster was applied,
But underneath it all
that face was still alive.

The plaster was removed
but the face was still undone;
Some sanding and some paint
and a little bit of fun.

When all was said and done
I thought my eyes decieved me.
For the face that I knew
was no one but you.
 

Gaby

Dedicated ot my best friend Gaby

My fingertips upon the keyboard
tap out messeges that cross the miles
and eagerly I wait.
waiting for what, I do not know
perhaps just the response of a friend
or maybe hoping the chatting will not end.
accross the miles our words may flow
laughter may wipe out the tears.
But I still I wonder as I wait
if there is something to calm my fears.
I wish I could meet you one day
though we live so far away
Forunatly though,
you are only one click away
my true friend now
and always.

My Heart

aches
longing for an end
My heart
is empty
longing for my friend
My heart
is hollow
Is there still hope?
My heart
cries out
Trying to cope
My heart
speaks
"Don't give up"
My heart
aches
longing for my friend