Trapped

I'm a prisoner in my own mind,
I can't get out,
It destroys me more and more,
With each passing day
It feels like hell,
nothing can extinguish these flames...

I'm burning alive,
and I will burn all the way down
I'm all ashes now,
Soon I'll become what I've felt all along,
Like nothing,
Nothing at all...

I'm trapped. By Jeannie Palma

When unforgiveness lives in us, it eats us up alive
It takes so much wasted energy and time so precious and so short
To carry the pain, to shuck and jive and life abort
To take all the blame, to wear the shame and play the game
It lives in our head rent free and will bring you to your knees
Let it go, make your amends and how the other feels, it all depends
You may find out, they didn't even know, they were living in your head, just breath
Say I 'm sorry and let it go, let God do the rest and continue to grow...by Jeannie Palma

Love at Last ..Sonja
I remember the good times,
that we once had...
but still my life,
is oh...so sad
I try to look forward,
but my mind goes back...
because a piece of the glass,
on our portrait is cracked
I try so hard to protect the glass,
I won't let it shatter...
Because you and your love,
are all that matters
My family is all,
that means anything to me...
still...everything always
gets blamed on me
This happens to Moms,
all over the world...
we're supposed to be perfect,
we learn this as girls
I have never been great
or the "best of Moms"...
And, at times I've failed
by the things I've done wrong
For those things I am sorry,
I didn't want you to cry...
but please remember,
my eyes are not dry
I hope you can find,
our love that seems lost...
for the mistakes I have made,
came at a very high cost
A piece of my life,
is missing and gone...
And everything feels,
Oh...so wrong
But, there is one thing,
that I can do...
I will try to be strong,
just for you
One thing I feel,
down deep in my heart...
It's my love for you,
I guess that's a start
You have a new son
now growing inside...
And, I hope that you feel
each of his kicks with pride
You will feel love,
like never before...
it is your family,
you will completely adore
It's a new beginning,
you will forget the past...
It completes you as a woman,
It will be "Love at last....Sonja
By Jeannie Palma

Blood dripping from my fingers
Blood dripping onto my feet
Blood slipping through my fingers
From the once slise carcass
Laying in front of me
The body, dismembered, battered and bruised
Hair ripped  on the floor
My clothes are bloodstained
Ripped, tattered and torn
The knife on the floor next to me
The blade stained with crimson
Lifeblood which as once the carcasses OwnThe blood. Pooling at the bottom of the table
nd do you want to know the most important thing?
  Your Nexts
By.Jeannie Palma

am I awake? can this be real?
I'm drunk in my desire
as you lay next to me
in forgotten dreams.
my lips ache once again to be kissed
my hands long to touch your burning flesh
my heart pounds so hard it nearly escapes my breath
oh, I must be asleep! can this really be true?
Is he real or just a dream that I fell in love with .
somehow you brought it all back to me
feelings of ****** passion and a breath of life
I thought they were forever lost
in an eternal darkness left by lovers gone
my eyes smile once again at the beauty before them
By Jeannie Palma

Dreamland awaits you,
Close your eyes,

Imagine you and I,
Close as breath,

Skin upon skin,
Lips touching,

For you taste of Raspberries,
sweetly irresistible,

The fragrance of you,
Takes my breath away,

I am burning inside,
A torch of fire,

Burning fuel of passion,
For you are my desire,

My heart beats with every breath,
You are my destiny,

Your eyes evade me,
deep, dark, mysterious,

I am your slave,
Your love has captured me,

Grab my body,
Pull me close,

Show me your love,
In ways I could only dream.

Wake me I must be dreaming,
This is a fairytale of a stranger
By Jeannie Palma

I lie on my bed, soaking my pillow with my tears.
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?
What is it that I'm afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people who've hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I can't seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I'm scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad?
The person I'm expected to be? Is that what I fear?
I think the thing I fear most...is me.
By,Jeannie Palma