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Janice Feb 22
Stepping off the edge
Into the dark i fall again
Everything fading as i spiral down
Through the depths of my mind
The things i have found
Among the secrets i hide
From even myself
The truth it does lie
On a dusty old shelf
Tucked neatly away
And safe out of reach
Are all of the memories
I dare to keep
Some may be good
Some may be bad
But they all tell a story
From the life that I've had
Now as its ending
The last thing I'll say
Is to keep memories close
You may need them
Some day
Janice Feb 21
He told me i still have a chance
And put me on my feet again
But i would f
       ­                        L to follow him
Take my life commit the sin
Ive served my time im giving in
Its been so long that weve been apart
But i still hold you in my heart
I love you more than youll ever know
Theres nothing more
I want to go
Janice Feb 21
A poem is a pathway
Of freedom from your mind
You put a pen to paper
And see what words you find
You end up with a story
From a different place and time
And experience a magic
Of a work you'll leave behind
Janice Feb 21
As the balloons rose up
My heart fell down
I cant believe
Youre in the ground
My head keeps spinning
Round and round
I'm lost and never found
Without another sound
Janice Feb 21
I took a hit to fly away that day
I should of known the high wont last
Because when the crash came
Like a fast train
The dripping rain stopped
The flashing lights drined
And i passed out for 3 whole days
In a puddle of freezing rain
That was my skin
That was my brain

I woke up in a full body shake
Need another hit just to stay awake
To speed me up to keep me sane
Maybe ill at least remember my name
Or maybe this is all a game

And thats a thought
My brain can't shake
My whole life is
An endless earthquake
All my emotions are becoming fake
The high is the only taste i take
Driving me to keep up the pace

I need more to get the same effect
My mind hurts, i need a rest
Gotta stay high to keep at my best
With the crash comes
The crippling distress
Of all my thoughts
Rushing and pressed
Into my consciousness
Im out of breath
Everytime i do this
Im nearing my death
Janice Feb 21
It was the night she was murdered

The shadows clung tight to the walls

Whispering of evens that left them appalled

Behind the corner the little girl stalls

Knife in her hand makes her feel tall

Taller than mom who lies on the floor

Pools of her blood the carpet absorbs

Mom causing pain has long been ignored

The little girls terrors

Forever no more
Janice Feb 21
A peaceful, calm, and quiet place
A respite from, this crazy haze
Silent whispers - from afar
Shes too drifted to hear them call
Out to her, from reality
Her comatose tranquility
Surrounds her mind,
In foggy clouds
Protects her from her memories
She doesn't need to understand
Nor realize what is happening
As she slowly drifts, off to sleep
Never to come back
To me.

— The End —