I found Jesus
in the trunk of my car

I found Jesus
in the back row of the church choir

I found Jesus
in a shootout with the police

I found Jesus
giving head in a thrift store fleese

he said come home
and to heaven I go
but my singed hairs said maybe not so

I saw someone die the other day
Someone talked to me,
said he was gone,
there´s nothing we can do now

but in my mind never I tought
that his soul was lost
cause he was stil alive in our minds

Delight is a girl, with brown hair and curvy raspberry lips,blue eyes and a crooked smile.She had one tooth that was pushed in on the side of her mouth, but it just added to her smile.Frail fingers and bitten nails,she was quite short but with long legs,and a button nose.She liked listening to music as she filled her room with smoke and dreaming. She was 24 and lived in a wooden house in europe near a lake.

Noel was boy, with black hair and and a small prickly beard growing on his face. he has brown eyes and light skin. His teeth are white but a bit yellow. big hands and bitten nails she was quite tall with big feet, or maybe its just his shoes. he was a tattoo of a balloon on his index finger he says"it means that i will always float on with my life." he likes writing poetry as he drank wine and smoked. He was 23 and lived not far  from Delight  and always biked everywere he went to.

Delight and Noel are friends since  his was 12 and she was 13. they sat near a lake and the water glimmered with the green trees lingering above the world.  eating sandwich's that he made. They talked...

Delight- so hows that one girl?

Noel-She left...

Delight-...how sad...

Noel- sure it is....Hows that one boy?

Delight- He left also, found a girl with a better body figure.

Noel-****! i never liked him since i first saw him.

Delight-Whatever...he's gone.Why did she leave?

Noel- she said " you dont hold me right"

Delight- your kidding!

Noel- nope..

they break into laughter

Noel- i sure am a lousy guy... cant even hold a girl right

Delight-  sure you can... just need to find a girl who apreciates your touch and your poetic mind.

Noel- Youre the only girl who likes my poetic mind...

Delight- So maybe am meant for you...

Noel-...nah i dont like your crooked tooth...throws me off...

Delight- i dont like your big lousy feet anyway. always stepping on me, and hurting me.

laughter breaks from there mouths

Noel-... but  i sure do love your smile when you laugh, your tooth makes it unique

Delight- and i find it cute how many times you say sorry and give that look of worry on your face when you land your huge foot on me.

*they smile not looking at eachother...and there hands slowly ravel together

money worries
always having them
makes your day astray
always on your mind at the wrong time
everyone who is rich
your creating jelousness
wishing that would be you
you try
and you try
but never suceed
so you have money worries that control your life
inspite of what u are
your true self
your life
your happiness
everywere you go
your body moves slow
when
when will this happen
when
when
will it be
when
when
will you see
that its only paper
or object that is there
but it is everywhere
i am here
not scared
not confused
not struggling without a dollar in my pocket....

Tomorrow Im
leaving this place
were I dont belong at all.
Strangers walks in the corridor
everywere I look and go.
Faces starring at me
and its very uncomfortable to see
and it feels like agony
never ending apathy.
I hope the new place
will be better for me
maybe motivate me perfectly
to continue faithfully.
Appreciate each day
with new hope and lust
and all of this I think
its a must.

I was feeling lonely
sitting in my room
feeling emptiness
and its scares me
The wind blows
cold fresh air
the wind blows
The voices in my head
runs fast
I can hear them
they are everywere

Lonely night
the stars shines bright
But I am alone
sitting in my room
thinking of you

Alone again
sitting in my room
feeling emptiness
and its scares me
The wind blows
I keep mooving and I know
we will be together soon

Lonely night
the stars shines bright
But I am alone
sitting in my room
thinking of you
dreaming...

the life is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with trees and animals and beutyful things everywere
flowers and butterfly flying in the sky
lions and tigers playng with cats
elephants and mouses living together in the same house
humans and dogs with the same toys
with not a single fight about who got it first.


the death is a world**
compleatly diferent from ours
with black sky with no clouds
the humans and animals and plant are disaper from the ground
the floor with a gray aspect and gloomy ground
the silent in ths air with any noise
trying to be and have more choise
and trying tho save a pice of green ground.

I look at that girl with the long wavy hair walking down the Street alone  ...nobody truly understands her....because she likes being different .. Even if it means being lonely ... i have watched her cry time after time ... At her weakest moments she has desired to leave this world forever yet as she stares at the sky ...hope once again has filled her tender Heart ... I can now see a strength in her eyes that illuminates her for now she looks as the smallest yet most precious moments ... And all the endless beauty that surrounds her Everywere she looks ...
So much she once used to take for granted now are the center of her world .. There is so much light even without company she no longer feels completely alone ... She finally believes in herself a little bit more each day .... She sees her tears as a sign of healing ...and finally letting go of her past ... If anyone ever wonders how i know her so well ..it's because that girl is me .

In which maze i was in
I didn t understand
The way i bumped everywere
I don t know whats going on
My brain gets puzzled

And iam here like some stupid person!
Trying to find the way out of this stuff
But i only get bumps
My head seems swollen
And my brain looks unwired
And here iam like some stupid person!
Here iam

you can take my pride
take my dignity
call me abuse me 
throw your stones at me 
break my heart 
make me cry
but you cant take my memories
cos they will never die 
the good ones are precious
the bad ones are too
they all mean so much 
cos there memories of you 
one day we,ll meet in heaven 
i feel this in my heart
then i,ll shelve my fading memories
so the new ones can start
we will dance to golden harps
and fly on angels wings
when i get to heaven 
is when my life begins
this world i face without you 
has never been the same 
the wind in the treetops 
still calls out your name 
everywere i go 
and everything i do 
reminds me of the precious times 
i was proud to spend with you 
wait for me in heaven
i promise i,ll soon be there 
to meet with you and hold you 
and find new memories we can share

i hold in my hands all of the sea’s sadness,
press it against my chest;
drench my shirt and then my being
until i resemble its loneliness —
the very depth of it.

soon, the ocean floor will claim
my driftwood bones.



but there are no sunbursts or naive greek boys.
just surreal june midnights.
just water everywere —
nowhere.

i hold in my hands all of the sea
but there are no sunsets waiting
to sink down my spine —
just the cruel way that my skin goes on and on —
its flat, certain vastness
and this ironic drowning.

i hold in my hands all of the sea’s sadness —
press it against my chest;
drench my shirt and then my being
until its loneliness fills my lungs.

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​i come up for air but it’s just endless skin —
i close my eyes and dive again.