I sent my soul to walking
down barren wastes of land
housing nothing but garbage rats
and all the worst kinds of people
where conversation was bleak and simple
and hopeless dreams were last week's
lottery tickets, scattered and forgotten
in the ditches along empty bottles

So I sent my soul to diving
lower than light cares to go
so low that thoughts weigh tons
and past plans sink into canyons
forever lost in cold chambers
where ***** and eels munch on
ancient bones from a world away
never knowing of the sun above them

So I sent my soul to flying
dodging lightning, seeking craving
and reaching but the outskirts of heaven
desperate for love, but finding only
hostile bodies hurled down paths
with no beginning and no care
for earthly truths and happy endings
holy indifferent to joy and pain

So I sent my soul to writing
to wallow in the mud and shame
to sift among the shadows for a song
or simply a voice alone
to sing and weep along with me
never to see the dawn, a few
scratches on a page and nothing more
a single soul sent wandering far

I once rubbed a crucifix to know
what it was like to be touched by Christ.
It wasn't warm.
He wasn't warm.
He was rusty metal.
A relic.
A man who has long since died.

One day that will be me.
A long lost artifact
Or photograph, that
will be stuffed in a drawer
next to a book and some condoms.

No one will ever know
How I felt about you
No, no one will ever know
All the Sleepless nights I had
Each tear would fall
Fall like the Niagara Falls
The thought of you
Oh, it hurts me so
If I could see that beautiful light
Shining across your face
Or to feel your lips
One last time
Would be music
To my ears
It was just you and me
Our love was different
I cannot lie
It was just you and me
But now
We are no more
Our time has took its toll


By: ZainaMusic

There is something magical
yet frightening
about awakening
to a new day--
on the one hand
I'm alive
and ready to
go in search of a way
to make it through
to live
to survive
until tomorrow
finally comes
but on the other hand
I ache at times
to just hear
the beating, the rhythm
of the death toll drums--

why am I here?
keeps droning on and on
through my soul
and everywhere I look
I search others' eyes
hoping that if they know
they will fill me in,
give me a clue
so that perhaps one day
something will come through
instead of dread and fear
whenever I look off in the distance
or even gaze at what's near--
perhaps today life will give to me
a brand new way
to open my eyes and really see?
by Ami Shae

I miss you.
every day.
every second.
every hour.
they say "it'll get easier"
but they lie.
it's all lies.
I feel alone.
without you here.
you held me down.
you were my future.
and now.
my future is gone.
and it took you right along with it.
you're still in my future.
oh. but it includes death.
because.
it seems to be the greatest things don't happen while we are taking our breathes on this earth.
the greatest things happen when you are lying in your bed.
late at night.
knowing that you're going to be with the one you love.
whether it be in a dream or a heaven or a hell.
they will be there.
and so will you.

Its burden we take. Spending time the people of our choosing. We become addicted to who they are and the idea of what they bring to us.the lust,the love, the greed. It all takes a toll each day on our souls. Slowly and painfully. You can try to suppress the process. Eventually it will catch up to you.You will learn that this world is so cruel. Dont spread yourself to thin. You will find yourself walking through a maze with no exit.