"A little man"

They pinned to him
Wordlessly
With backs turned

They whispered to me
Silently
With sharp fingertips

And I saw
So clearly
His untainted soul
Was bigger than any of them

It felt like before,but this time it wasn't the same!It hurts so bad it left so quickly but back so fast it came . I disturb so many hearts broke so many rules, now it feels like my life is over. No more trust just hurt and pain. It felt like I never pleased anyone but just less trust I have gained. I have cried so many times none have notest. My life is like a switch it works one life and then the next it doesn't. I tried so many times to say and call for help. But yet none heard me once again tried yet there's one that blocks my way. Life is like a bulb it works or it doesn't. Some people don't understand what you going throw. Even when you explain, or even if you try to. Yet my life seems to be perfect but its not. Sometimes I wish it was just a dream:(

Welcome to the city of Morphine where it rains acid and you feel no pain
A city where everyone is numb to the world
Where people dwell in the slums of misery
shattered lives and shattered glass cover the streets of Morphine
Fiends wander down the alleys of agony.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

the words
are beads and gems
and hooks and strings

scattered in a box
somewhere in
the softness behind my breastbone

my palms are up to catch the key
whenever it chooses to land

a pandora poised
to make ornaments
from all she uncovers,
all she unleashes

What could possibly be more pathetic
Than an old woman in love
The picture isn't very poetic
It's rather depressing and gray
There are rules of love old women should obey.
If you're wrinkled or broken you shouldn't have the nerve
to even try swinging that serve.
Because love is for the able and the young
speaking love as their first tongue.
It's not for women feeling the first touches of cold
In bodies getting old...