My eyes sharply snap
My breathing broken from nightmares ripping apart
The screaming is my own voice now, as I plead to the sky for help
Someone, I cry
Just anyone right now

The silence fills the room again, like it was before
from biological rain streaks on window panes
to mascara black down pours,
I have this need to be surrounded
By company to keep me sane
Yet my presence is but an absence
And those I call out to,
     never hear what I have to say

My day begins and ends the same
My eternal calling never being filled
The ripping of my chest then swallows
What little willpower I have left to live.

if you talk a little louder
and hold on a little tighter
and focus on the smell
of the ****** soap from the
girls' bathroom at school
that lingers on my hands
even after showers
maybe you won't notice
that the girl in your hands
has been a corpse
for quite some time.

After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.

I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover and bite off his *****
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.

Do you remember the first time we kissed?
I do.
It was quiet extraordinary,
the way we fell right into each others arms.

The girl with no hope,
and the boy with no faith,
tangled into each others lives.

There's not a day that goes by where I am not thinking about you.
Not a single day.

I can spend hours thinking about you,
your face.
You are so beautiful.
Everything about you radiates beauty.
From your innocent little toes,
to your smooth, soft hands,
to your cute little nose.

I try not to think of what life would be without you,
but sometimes I can't help it,
and the the thought slips into my head.
I feel my heart sink,
my body becomes numb,
as I fall into the abyss.

I want to be with you,
forever.
From now,
till the end of time.

And I promise I will always love you,
if you promise too.

Because I want my last kiss,
to be with you.

I have the sweetest friend who is so dear
Gladdening my life when days are drear
Sparkling sunshine on gloomy days bleak
N'er after her own pleasure does she seek.
Great poetess and cook she makes work fun,
Sure way to win the heart of any one
Intelligent and kind she doth so prove
Honest token of sympathy and love
Wise about government and sundry things
Whenever talking with her my heart sings!
So Happy Birthday Lori, friend so sweet
May you never suffer gloom or defeat!

Love and Christianity begin first at home with good communication.








*~Hilda~