When we feel heavy,
We shed tears
Like raindrops falling
From the clouds
Which could no longer
Bear its weight.
The same thing with us,
We cry
When we could no longer
Hold inside our hearts
All the emotions
We are feeling.

Well....
     Last night
          Skip came to the rescue
**** Pennsylvania state troopers
     No wallet for proof
Called Skip, 1am
          He walked in the snow
Just to help drive us home
      He didn't have to
But, he came to the rescue
          Probably lost about 6 hours of sleep
     But **** if he's not a good friend to keep
         If only I could repay him in some way
       Well, my only talent is poetry
So here's what I'll say...
      Thank you Skip
   So **** much
          You went out of your way
      It must have been tough
   I'm not sure what else to do
       Besides just saying thank you
For coming to my rescue!

Darkness seeps between my fingertips
Even when my hands are clutched to my face as tightly as I can when I am crying alone
Fingernails digging into my skin
To remind myself that it is real
Sleeves pulled over my fingertips
So no one is forced to see the hideous things
Especially me
The way a murderer's mother shuts her son's old bedroom door at night when he has been jailed
To shut out the memories
Concealing what is unpleasant
At night I don't wear makeup
So when I wake up at 2AM to use the washroom
I keep the lights off
And fumble blindly through the black air to find the door handle
So I don't have to look at myself
It's getting worse everyday
A new kind of pain
And I don't understand
Why it hurts so much
But I think I'm going to stop telling people about it
I'm going to stop mentioning it no matter how much it hurts
I'm going to stop being self-deprecating in public
Because it just comes across vain, self-pitying, annoying, attention-seeking and fake
I want people to stop telling me I'm pretty
I want them to stop lying to me
Even if it just to spare my feelings
So I will stop putting them in situations
Where they must lie to me to be polite
I'm just going to be silent now
They already have to know how ugly I am on the outside
No one needs to know
What an ugly mind I have

Lying with her, placing my head between her breast, was like a crest being placed on my chest, if dere's anytin I can chest, i'll chest she's d best, she's d best and I can rest, I can rest cos i've found a place to nest, she has eggs in her nests, all i've to do is to warm d eggs in her nest, she's my queen and I must not rest, i'll keep her abreast of all the test, in order not to test her aggressiveness, she seeks my progress I must confess, I must confess cos i'm depressed, i'm depressed and I want redress, I want redress cos I want to be blessed, need to be blessed cos I want to progress, i've to progress cos my loved is pressed.

The cloud thicken with distorted hope
Our flesh rapidly ****** out
In *******
In sicken rag with stinking scents
The odour of poverty
Repels Her souls

At the corner of Her broken world
Sat still with melted chains
Her tears
Driving a hole on her tattered skin
As Her backbone seems crippled
By hoarders

She yells in a low whisper
Claiming for empathy
Her voice also seems broken
And so, none luck up to her corner

While she sat in Her emptied shell
Stretching forth for a fight of faith
She watches her future lights outraged in darkness
As Her only Hopes re traded like betrothed Goats

With aching pain
Her silk in ***** lace
She strive hard for a starling bridge
Give Him a book "
Build up Her pride"
She moans with a strain of wreaking hope

Raise your head high"
A whisper then said
"Its called the good fight",because Faith is a fight..