I see the photograph. Sitting there, I wonder how it could have been over just like that.
I wonder why so easily you gave up on me.
The photograph is torn and frayed, but still it won’t fade.
Maybe it will eventually, but for now I will have your memory.
It kills me inside, with every breath I take.
As I watch you go out, you make it all seem alright.
Now your doing that for somebody else, am I right?
The photograph is now tear stained, with what I’ve shed from my eyes.
I’m taking to much time already.
When will I ever feel steady?
Steady to watch lives go by.
Every passing moment, is your next alibi.
The only thing, I wish I did right.
Was my whole entire life.
The photograph, of when we were happy.
Was the only moment, I felt my self-not feeling crappy
The photograph will always be a reminder, of the past, present.
And how we have no future, for the moment.
I sit and wait, for the photograph to fade.
Darkening it’s presents in my life, it won’t ever feel alright.
But why not?
Tonight I’ll sit and wait, for the photograph to fade.
So I can decide my own fate.
This Photograph Won’t Fade by Rebecca October 27, 2007
Martyr of Drama by Joli Ienuso October 23, 2007
I won’t take this with my hands tied up tight
I refuse the part: Martyr of Drama
You will not exploit me without a fight
Nonetheless, I see a trend in hindsight
It is always the same old karma
But I won’t take this with my hands tied up tight
Even without any support of light
I can see through you like rays of gamma
You will not exploit me without a fight
And at least at the end of the night
I can say that I possess some dharma
And I won’t take this with my hands tired up tight
I don’t deserve what I got, you know I’m right
Yet we all know you add something extra
But you will not exploit me without a fight
How about we make this simple, alright?
There isn’t a part of me that wants to play part in your drama
I won’t take this with my hands tied up tight
You will not exploit me without a fight
Unknown by Rebecca October 22, 2007
Helplessly divided, between my life-and the lies.
I can’t stop to think for a second.
I want out of this now.
It’s coming down, crushing my every breath.
The walls slowly creep in closer, until there’s no room for life.
I can’t start to imagine, the pain that will be inflicted soon.
There’s no way I’ll know now, but I know it’ll happen soon.
My every word is twisted into senselessness.
My every thought, cruelly misinterpreted.
Every dream, broken from the start.
Because of this broken path.
As the walls, collapse in on me.
I’m using all my strength for one last breath.
It won’t let me breath.
Like the cloud looming over head, its closing in.
Making the future distant.
Making everything seem like a fog.
The Darkness that surrounded me is closing in now too.
Breaking my every breath, making me feel there’s no further clues.
How to get out of this mess, I’ll never know.
But it’s time to let go.
As I feel the wind hit my back, I feel as I hit the end.
No longer broken, or mad.
Peaceful, because there’s finally an end.
Closing my eyes, I feel a deep breath.
It feels like a long lost friend.
Now I can breath, as the darkness clears.
Only for a moment, until the end nears.
Closing my eyes, my body relaxes.
There is no time for asking.
Is this the right choice?
Because it was the choice, the second I let go.
Falling into the depths of the unknown.
“A Spirit Like Fire” BY Alyssa Caporale October 17, 2007
His hooves pounds the ground
Galloping like lightning.
Ears pinned back on his neck
Rearing, bucking, kicking,
He has spirit like fire.
He acts wild when he plays
But he behaves under the bit.
He feels my move on his saddle
He trusts me… just like I trust him,
But still he has a spirit like fire.
After our work is done
I let him go free again.
Just like before
But he seems lonely
Then, his friend comes to play
He gallops and his fun,
And his spirit like fire returns.
I will be sad to let him go
Even if it is years away.
But when he is gone,
In my heart he will always stay
The horse with a spirit like fire.
Untitled by Alyssa Caporale October 17, 2007
Love is the center of my world
The world is where I life
I live in civilization
Civilization is fear
Fear is nothing but my emotions
My emotions are what make me
“Me is a name I call myself”
Myself is who I have to find
To find my soul
My soul keeps me alive
Alive is what I love to be
To be in this one place is the question
The question is why
Why waste your days inside
Inside away from the sun
The sun creates nature
Nature is beautiful
The beautiful world we live in
Losing My Grip by Rebecca October 12, 2007
I’m losing touch, at first it was alright.
Until I blink and it all goes down hill.
As the night falls.
It all goes down before my very eyes.
Losing my grip on everything I knew.
I wonder how fast I lose it all.
Waiting I close my eyes for the fall.
As the rock slips out from under my finger tips.
I feel the jagged edges slipping past me.
Is this all there is.
I hold my breath. But the fall never comes.
I open my eyes to find my self suspended in mid air.
Everything looked so clear from up here.
I looked down cringing as I saw the rocks ends.
Thankfully I never fell into them.
Knowing that was the end.
Spinning around I took a deep breath.
As my feet landed on solid ground.
I’ve found what I needed to find.
Now I’m fine, until I realize I can’t hold onto everything.
It’ll always be so hard, if you don’t let it go once in a while.
Breathe in deeply and let it all go.
Even if it’s only for a little while, just remember how close you once were.
To the end of the cliff, and remember everything that happened.
Rain Song by Joli Ienuso October 10, 2007
I left your house
in the pouring rain.
The days are getting
shorter, darker, colder
but we are growing
stronger, deeper, closer.
And still I wish I didn’t have to
spend yet another dark night all alone,
yet it’s you who will dwell in my dreams
and oh, it is such a beautiful sight
dreaming of you tonight.
Can you hear the rain
coming down right outside
soaking everything?
Saturate me with
your gentle love.
