She sits alone, with her pain
Her head is hurting once again
These injuries she suffered long ago
They always come to haunt her so
Hurts so bad, she wishes to die
But the only thing she can do is cry

There is nothing anyone can do to help her
This cursed pain will haunt her forever
She sinks with her hands to her head
Agony making her wish she was dead
This pain never seems to go away
Like a nightmare here to stay

So my friend, I will always be here
You need never suffer alone and in fear
You do not have to suffer on your own
No longer do you have to be alone
I know this pain will never end
I care, because I am your friend

I feel wierd
letting you know
how much i care,
or the fact that i-
miss you more than anything
and i wish i were there.

Its different how i trust you
no matter how far
you are
and funny
how i still think of you
when i see a shooting star.
Maybe its better
not seeing you all the time
Maybe ill appreciate you more
and you;ll always be on my mind

Its so hard missing you
as much as i do
so sad that i cant kis or hold you

I want to cry until-
my tears form a river
that will lead me to you....

I can’t get to sleep at night for fear of what I see,
There is definitely something strange happening to me.
I see Demons in my bedroom dancing round my bed-
Devils on my inner lids poisoning my head.
Beelzebub is running riot driving me insane,
Demons just won’t let me rest-they’re causing grief and pain.

I’ve tried taking tablets; I’ve tried counting sheep
But nothing ever seems to work I still can’t get to sleep.
‘Cause there’s Demons in my bedroom, screaming and a prancing.
Every time I close my eyes I see the Devil dancing.

Weir wolfs howling all night through, Old Nick running riot.
Perhaps it is the food I eat, I’ll have to change my diet.
Sometimes I sneak to bed real late and try to be unheard
But in the cupboards they must wait, I know it sounds absurd.
As soon as I turn off the light and snuggle down to sleep
I get the most enormous fright when out they start to creep.

They just won’t keep from out my head-
Moonlight wakes the living dead.
Demons dance and weir wolf’s scream;
I know that it’s not just a dream,
‘Cause I can’t get to sleep at all
Sometimes it drives me up the wall.
I toss and turn and scream and shout,
The neighbours ask what it’s about.

But I’m afraid to ever say
They’ll think I’m mental straight away,
What normal person sees this sight?
When off to bed they go at night?
I don’t know, I can’t explain,
I know it’s driving me insane.
I’ll ask the vicar round for tea,
Then ask him if he’ll stay with me
To exorcise these hellish visions;
He’s sure to make the right decisions.
He shouldn’t ask or be judgemental
Even if he thinks I’m mental.
Surely there must be some hope,
If there’s not I just can’t cope.
I ask, could you sleep safe and sound
To know your bed has Demons round?
Answers truthfully, please don’t lie.
No You Couldn’t!  Nor can I.

496

As far from pity, as complaint—
As cool to speech—as stone—
As numb to Revelation
As if my Trade were Bone—

As far from time—as History—
As near yourself—Today—
As Children, to the Rainbow’s scarf—
Or Sunset’s Yellow play

To eyelids in the Sepulchre—
How dumb the Dancer lies—
While Color’s Revelations break—
And blaze—the Butterflies!

The sky is falling...
Raining heavy rhapsodies of rukus and destruction...

Frowning.
Drowning.

Scrub structured stains.
Dump waste down dialated drains.
Repeat regularly.


Such sarcastic symbolism.
Such ******' frustration.

Got nuthin' left to gain.
Out of time, again.
Such wasted wanting...
Such resentment.
Can you feel my pain?

I once felt warmth, I once was loved,
I once smiled as I looked above ,
to see the sky, a wonderous sight,
and way up high, a mighty light

I once felt the grass brush along my feet,
I once could see where the sky and ground meet
I once could feel the wind blow through my hair,
and see the blue birds play in the air

Then a storm headed my way,
dark clouds covered the sun's ray
The warming faces I could not see,
and all that I felt was misery

There I was stumbling around,
love and joy could not be found
surrounded by a vast pool of darkness,
lonley and startled, I could not rest

When I spotted a most magnificent sight,
a small but bright speck of light,
and so I gleamed at the thought,
of what the near future brought.

this was written by Jessica Miller, November 3rd 2009

The Goddess of Time stands in the starlight,
Powerful and beautiful still,
She can see the day and the night,
And control my hearts, she will

The future, present and past
all inside her head,
Who would have known my love would grow so fast,
So much to be said

Worlds would turn and look,
Just to see her smile,
She caught me offguard, a moment it took,
All mistakes vanished for a while

Her lips found mine,
Absorbed my fears,
Suddenly lost in time,
Faded the tears

For now she has returned
and all the things that she knows,
Mistakes of space that burned
her head has cleared,
and I have back my powerful, beautiful Rose...

O singer of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!

Simaetha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!

And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
Dost thou remember Sicily?