Living in color or surviving in black and white, is walking in darkness or dancing in light.

I've heard all this before, I've seen your face looking just that way. Next your going to tell me something, I already know what you are going to say. I can feel in my heart what's coming , I'm already starting too cry. I've stood in this same place already, right here..on the edge of goodbye.

As the mad hatter once asked, so shall I ask you, "Are we mad?", and I say "Oh yes, yes it's true!" Crazy word magicians from near and from far..poets..and only the BEST people are!

He drove me home late that night, the only time we had a fight. I threw his ring in disgrace as teardrops fell from down his face. As I tore his name off the jacket I wore, I got out of the car and slammed the door. Before I could say that I was wrong, I turned around but waited too long. He drove off and out of sight. I wish that I had apologized and said he was right. But I swallowed my pride ran up to my room looked out the window and stared at the Moon. I would apologize to him in a while as I picked up the phone and his number I dialed . It rang and rang in my head so I put down the phone and sat on my bed. He's probably not home yet I said to myself as I stared at his picture on the Shelf, he is such a handsome thing... but then the phone started to ring, I picked it up expecting it to be him, but the voice on the line sad and grim. Are you Robbie's girlfriend they quietly said, when I replied yes they told me he was dead. his car had ran off the road and crashed you couldn't see anything but broken glass. In his hand was the card I had made as they looked on the ground when his body was laid. Something was running in my eyes for I never said sorry the night he died. And oh... How I loved him so... But now he will never know.

Her dress is red,her eyes are too..silver tears surrounded by black and blue. greens and yellows ,fading down her back. Her mind is dark, her hearts gone black. Scars of white across her wrists, arms a pink /purple blend..all the colors and yet theres no gold ,at this painbows end.

He was sitting on the sidewalk, with one hand holding a sign. The other hand gripping a bottle of wine. The sign said, "need help please ,God bless" his clothes were so *****, his hair was a mess. People walk by, but how many see that the man could be you,  that man could be me? If our lives had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Life can sometimes be so..so unfair...if you see him , or her on your way. Stop and give them something , change tommorow today. Maybe, just maybe, they are angels  in disguise, choose well the condition in which your heart lies.