Memories like you dont always shine true.
Nor do old places hold that magic.
In a life so short.
That seems so traggic.

Im thinking of forever  while slowley fading  away.
Oh such clear thinking  on a cloudy day.

A summer ago is when we met.
So far now it seems.
Yet the still my heart holds no regret.

The poetry you inspired apon this very page.
Is ment to complment a love without age.

Early morning memories that you've lent.
Is simpley a dream of time well spent.

A dark sky hides the sunlights ray.
Such is the clear thinking on such
a cloudy day.

Im not blind yet for years  
hope has went unseen.
Sometimes age can taint a sweet dream.

Turning bitter the once colorful
fruit.
Killing wonder straight at the root.

A love like our's has kept with change.
And grown in definance.
Like a silly game.
We formed this this passion swept Alliance.

First with love you must blindly fall.
Then you must try to run when you
can bareley crawl.

To outlast the storms is to stand against the wind.
To ignor friends and to put trust in
a stranger and depend.

Many thoughts run through my head.
In the early morning as she lay against me
in bed.

A heart has many rivers a soul is a endless sea.
As we apart we are caged.
While togather we are free.

From this loves eternal bliss  my heart should never
stray.
As i sit clear is my thinking on such a  cloudy day.

This just in off the  presses Eliot  throws in the towel  and sells Hello
for a pair of front row Jonas Brothers tickets.
In other news the pub the oldest group on hello  is being forced to close
its doors  due to noise complaints  from  the coffee shop
who claim they can bareley here there good awful  music
or read there twilght books.

Gary La Buda  is very short  and writes lots of books
so he can  use them to see over  the steering wheel.

Many people have asked and finaly hello has answred
to what we do not know.

Yesterday a man died of boredom trying to actully read
all the poems on the charts at poetry soup.
When the owner's were awoken from there nap time
there only reply was   Is it time to color yet?


Poets who get to the top of the charts yet only have two comments
my question?
who are they blowing.

Look for my next report when I let everyone know the poet
soon to be leaving this  madhouse of a site.

Untill next time always  seek the truth

I’m falling apart,
I don’t know how to start.
I try to be strong,
But I can only hold on for so long.
Piece by piece I’m crumbling,
My fiends find it quite troubling.
I need someone here,
I need someone to whisper in my ear.
To tell me it’s okay,
To tell me that I won’t fade away.
Trying to feel something more,
Trying not to lock the door.
To numb to cry,
To scared to die.
What can I do,
I look in the mirror and ask “who are you?”
Grasping on to dreams,
I’m torn at the seams.
My mind filled with smoke,
My heart starts to choke.
Reaching for the sky,
wishing I could fly.
Wishing I could see a little clearer,
As I stare in the mirror.
Needing a little spark,
Just enough to light the dark.
Looking at the stars in the night,
Wondering how they always shine so bright.
I’m lost and need to be found,
But help is nowhere around.
No matter how hard I try,
My entire existence feels like a lie.
Do I even have a place,
Or will I disappear without a trace?
Trying to find the meaning to my life,
Longing to grab that knife.
All the effort I give,
None give me a meaning to live.
Bareley getting by,
Forever left wondering why.