A person to sincerely acknowledge
Someone you can lovingly trust
A reason to be happy and proud
Courageous, meaningful, and kind
A friend you can talk to and laugh with
Intelligent, masterful, awesome, and pleasant
Considerate, dedicated, and helpful
Devoted, ambitious, and honest
An adamant leader in accomplishing his achievements
Successful in whatever he strives for
Someone to brag about, and honor each day
My son Chase is everything I prayed for

Deborrah Ann Stenberg

in the secrecy of a lovers wish
and the will to be together
striding through all else
The hermit is led to shelter

Punk lips in perpetual paralysis,
and they're too afraid to let them kiss.
Too afraid to try to let it last
because of the blurs in their past.

I think the kids are in trouble.
Hanging out with temporary people;
making the wrong times never stop.
Smoking dreams with glass lovers
to indie sonnets and neon power pop.

The world knows they can pretend,
and it's their hearts they can't defend
from the illusion of what they could be,
and the loneliness of what they'll never see.

They skate the pavement until the sun sits,
and drink ***** from water bottles until their hurt slurs.
It's the preparation of tomorrow and what it may not bring
that makes every moment before, everything.

They're scared because it's real,
and I'm scared because they're scared.

Lonely is my friend
                We'll always end up

  Meeting
          Once
  
                 Again

Sit me
      Down

   Sipping
          Drowning in

                

   T
       e
           a    


                                Enjoying no ones



                                            Company.

How much longer
Do I have to wait
To be able to determine
My own lifes income

I want no influence
On the things I do
Determined at heart
This WILL come true

Hope
That never
Fails
You need some
Boost up
And what we
Call it is "Try"
If you lose
Hope that means
You wanna take
Rest
And never Try
Hope lives
With your
Power of
Faith and
With a fuel
Of Try

The mother screaming in pain,
the fathers sarcastic laugh,
the smell of petrol and burning skin.

The inferno is rising
"Run little one, run, live for
me”, and away she went.
Watched the inferno consume,
her mother and that man.

Buried under the ashes,
memories still fresh as ever.
A small house stands, where
her life ended.

A couple fighting and screaming,
a little child crying.
Will history repeat itself?
And leave another child orphaned?