In my Garden
at the night
a lover wakes up
to the sight

Of Twinkling Stars
and Dazzling Moon
he sings a song
and plays a tune

laden with dew
amidst the green grass
he calls out to his beloved
she's a beautiful lass

he sings the mating song
in a sweet gentle croon
comes hopping down to him
his lover so swoon

A serenade of love
rings through the night
the music plays
till the morning light

I find you
constantly seeking for something unreachable
Trying hard
But I know your limits, even those so far
Calling from the sky
You want to find a light, a sight, a glance

But darling, I need you to know
you don't belong here
This world is so tough, for a broken and small soul like you

And darling, I need you to see
everything is better when you are not with me
Stay there, turn back
You'll find no luck in life
If you're aiming to pure happiness
Here is not the place

But I know your limits, even those so far
Calling from the sky

I was in church Sunday morning
The sun was high in its own urning
The praises ran out loud and strong
I definitely was in church where I belong
There was a Guest Minister from another church
He preached on seeking victory and who to call
What the Preacher spoke, “Walk, Stand, Shout, Talk, Look and Dance”
This meant overcoming struggles in chance
Then following the steps will help you advance
It was a distinction at every stance
The Minister was definitely a Teacher, Lecturer and a child of God
I admired his chosen words
The sentences with the words made my heart swirl
A man of God and yes I have heard
Taking victory to the next level
Putting struggle in a shovel
Advance to awake
It’s the power of victory in the take
Turning struggles into an overcoming stake
Yet stand on your feet
You have gained victory and scored zero on defeat
God has always been the rejoicing treat
To walk and been blessed is a welcomed retreat.

ringing ringing ringing
the phone off the hook
hoping hoping hoping
he’ll give back what he took

what he took is my heart
ran away with it
so I continue calling
it hurts, I’ll admit

when he doesn’t answer
and I hear that blessed beep
always in my head
even at night, counting sheep

the ringing never stops
for the phone is never picked up
and I continue to swallow
pills down, with water from my cup

they make me feel content
sometimes for just a moment
to help my bleeding heart
they’re just another component

I hear the ringing in my head
day and night it never stops
similar to the screaming sirens
heard when circled by the cops

ringing ringing ringing
making my ears bleed
the ring replaced by his voice
that is all I need

the sound in my crazy mind
the ringing of his phone
will he ever pick up his end,
or am I left alone?

How are you doing?
Me?
Well if I told you the truth you'd be ready to leave
You, sorry I haven't called
But you never would have answered anyway
You, yeah you
Why don't you call me for once?
Or did I just ignore your number because of its unfamiliarity?
Hm
You should call more often so that I can know it
Send me letters so that I may know your words

Well maybe
Maybe you shouldn't do these things
It'll only make me miss you more
And it'll just make you want to push or run away from me

By Arcassin B


i thought you were the one,
but instead you were a freight,
i was buried from the sun,
hiding everyday and every night,
but you and your voicemails,
are really annoying,
you use to paint your nails,
with vanity and suffering,
like jellybeans and m & m's,
they really just dont mix,
its like every direct hit,
is an every direct miss,
you keep calling,
i hate it,
you keep calling,
i hate it,
to the core,
do you know for sure,
how much i hate you,
when you do that,
he must of did something that lead you right back,
to me,
i dont see , any future with you,
or any sympathy,
to many,
of your ex's hate me,
and we could go on and on,
about the things that you see,
or i see,
the candles,
the flowers,
or your obsession, with avon,
or that you think mustaches are a turn on,
Conversate about stupid things,
theres nothing more i can say ***.