This shirt is all that i have left
of my angel who passed before i awoke
the air turned cold as a brezze came in
she smiled before her breathing had stopped
i turn on my side to grab her hand witch was ice cold
i get out of bed to look at her face
shocked to see her eyes not closed and her smile frozen
grabbing her shoulder i look at her watch
the time was 2:15am when her time had passed
the ambulance came rolled her into the van
looking my eyes water seeing her being taken away
i hold on to this shirt holding it tight
my memories i want to keep forever
i only want the memories of my wife and our life

Empty bottle...tired eyes...thousand of her unheard cries...wondering if relief to die? Stare at ceilings... heartbeat felt...dealing with the cards been dealt...a tangled mind and tangled sheet...trembling hands and unsteady feet...added years meant added fears...could not even count the tears...time seems fast & then seems slow...doesn't know which way to go...or what to do....yet thinking about what could be new...or even true...paralized by possibilities.                   All Rights Reserved * 2016 Cherie Nolan

I held a bottle of pills in my hand last night,
I gripped it tight,
Tight with all my might,
Lightning struck by thunderbolts of pain in recesses of numbness,
It is like I never felt again what I feel now,
But I have,
Numerous times indeed,
A deafening longing to perish,
To escape a prison cell I have been wrongfully confined to,
A prison cell for which there is no exit,
Surely this cell was appointed to me wrongfully?
Surely I do not deserve to reside here?
Alas all I wish is to feel freedom,
A taste of the sweet essence ordinary people have in their imperfect dreamy lives,
I unlocked the box inside my head years ago,
The box which held broken pieces of me,
These broken pieces haunt me day and night,
Cackling at my unfortunate soon to be demise,
Sneering with disdain at this sour truth I whisper to myself,
The truth that turns in my head daily,
Hourly,
The truth is I ponder death more than most,
More than I should.
An anonymous girl ©

endlessly searching for
knowledge in a world of
fear,
we are the white knights of
our generation.
                              l.r.

Taking pictures
Taking a picture frezzes a moment in time
can it be changed
can it be what you heaven will be
showing us what our mine sometimes forgets
every once in a while something appears in an image that isn't normally there
like a ghost of a figure or a bright shinning light
could it be that someone is keeping an eye on us to keep us on a straight past
who knows it's still unexplained till this very day
taking a picture of the once we lose
preserves the person we love the moment before they are taken from us in a blink of an eye
makes us feel they are with us for the rest of our lives
with these pictures we see just how our lives turn out
to give us a chance to see if we have turned out to be the person we wanted to become
or to give us a look at our lives to see if we can change and turn it all around
when we get married an have kids in our lives
we take there pictures so that they can watch themselves grow up on year at a time
so they have a chance to change everything in the course of there lives
or keep it as it turned to what they wanted it to be
then they will have they own kids one day and it starts all over again