What if we were all afraid?
What would we do if we were all restrained
By fear
By guilt
By each other.
Life would slow
We would all  know what it is to grow old
But we would not dare
We would not care
To enjoy
To love
To grow.
But we know the limits of our fright
So we can take our long awaited flight!

We are all mortal
designed to die.

We are all mortal,
so, to a new world we fly
like birds

on the wings of death
we fly to peace
we fly to freedom

for we are all mortals
and we must die.

Imagine wanting to say something,
Having so much to say,
But nothing will come out.
You're trapped in your own mind.
It's as if you have stage fright,
And the whole world is a stage,
And you can't speak the lines
That you've rehearsed
Over and over, countless times.

Imagine people telling you
To stop being shy, to talk,
But they don't understand
How real this fear is.

What if you say the wrong things?
What if no one likes you?
Feeling as if they think you're weird,
That they don't want to talk to you.
And it's those fears that trap the words,
Trap all the things you have to say.
It's not easy, it's terrifying.
And no one seems to get it,
This is not just shyness,
This is not antisocial,
It's anxiety, it's a phobia.
And it hurts.

He came down with the cold and the dark
to reap from us all that we hold dear in this world
He came from behind with his wicked blade clenched tight
His expression a devilish smile
and a stare of the doom that he brings with him
And so our time will come
And so we shall greet this world

Go with the faceless man and let him lead us to our final destination

I love my life.
All of it.
Every time the sun warms or
Burns; the rain soothes, or
Stings with angry ice; barrel-hot
Buckshot, I
Thank. Thank for the
Weather.
I love my life.
All of it.

It's an art.
All of it.
Every time the axe rests above
Your neck mid-air,
Wink at the masked one
Holding the handle.
Thank. Thank for the
Swift awakening
Awaiting.
Add years to your dreaming.

It's an art.
All of it.

I love you, poet.
All that is you.
You hold an opposing answer
In each hand, commanding
The chooser to hold
Your gaze and keep
Asking.
The best readings rest between
Every line drawn.

I love you, poet.
It's an art. All that
Is you. **** well
All of it.

Sleep safe.
Add years to your
Dreaming.

Your blood covered me like the love you once had for me
I felt its warmth at first
but it faded
and left a dry and cracked shell of what once was

I felt the soul leave the body
An emptiness left behind
A maddening loneliness
forced upon me

You made me do it
I had no other choice
I tell myself you're just another sacrifice

The sun slinked into the room through
The spaces in the blinds,
Exposing the dust particles floating
In the afternoon air.
She pulled the curtains closed and sat
With her back to the window.
Her eyes wouldnt meet mine,
To focused on the lines in her palms.
When I asked why she despised the sun,
She grimaced and whispered
The sun was all you left her when
You walked away.

Shrouded in darkness
The demons lie,
Waiting to terrorize
The innocent soul.
Twisting and turning
The touches of truth
Into something
The heart does not know.
And, in the darkness where demons dwell
And fear feeds the flower of deceit,
Only the hunger that you feed the most
In the end will be what you believe.
By: Linda Duncan

I tried my best
I put everything into our love
I committed myself to keep you happy
I was blinded by your empty promises

You mistook me for a fool
You thought I wouldn't find out
You say you still love me
You say that you're going to stop

I know he broke you before I met you
I understand your reasons not your pain
I wanted to help you, but

You wouldn't let me
You kept me out
You broke me

Goodbye

PS. I still love you