WILL IT EVER BE KNOWN AGAIN?
by: Julie B

Taking the life of someone.
That someone that is not even known.
Who is that someone?
Dark circles surround her eyes.
Always awake, never asleep.
The worries she carries,
They will never be deceased.
Deceased,
Can you define this horrible word?
No!
The hole inside,
keeps growing deeper,
Faster.
The story that it holds,
Will never be exiled.
Is love supposed to grow,
With this tearing through her soul?
Why can't it change?
Why won't it change?
Does she deny the feelings she has,
For you?
The tears of Fear run down her face.
Still a secret.
A secret that might never be shared.
Is this good enough?
Good enough for you?
Never!
You,
You're worth a million words and counting.
She describes this life,
In words that are not imaginable,
Words that do not exist.
Is she perfect?
No!
Not even close.
The hole that she digs,
Seems to stop,
Yet she knows it will go forever.
Forever?
Can you define this intellectual word?
No!
Taking the life of someone.
That someone who is not even known.
Who is that someone?
Will we ever know?
Yes!
Why?
Because.
I take the life of myself.
That someone you ask of,
That someone is me.

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~SILENCE~
by: Julie B

Tears streaming
Candles burning
My insides have been
Torn to pieces.
Anger building up,
Inside.
Wanting,
So terribly,
to come out of me.
The pain has become so,
Unbareable.
The only pertection I have
For myself
Is me.
The wrong,
I've caused,
Can never be taken back.
Giving me something to be sorry for
Only makes things worse.
Letting the outside,
See the inside,
Is useless.
Once again,
This hole you've been digging for me,
Only seems to be deeper.
What have I done?
Was I wrongfully accused,
By you?
As I fail,
Knowing there is nothing,
To keep me from that,
Sudden stop.
The dreams I once had,
Have drifted away from,
My thoughts.
Though,
The thoughts in my head,
Are always taken by surprise.
The Livelyhood of this life,
Has taken a toll of silence.
These expectations,
Have guided themselves,
To a place of darkness,
A place of locked up,
Hidden darkness.
The key has been taken from my heart,
The key has been forgotten.
These tears streaming,
These candles burning,
Yet my candle,
Has been burnt out!

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~FANTASY~
by: Julie B
As your fingers run,
Up and down my skin.
That feeling,
Rises above me.
With your soft gentle touch,
Cold as ice,
Giving me chills,
Throughout my body.
Can you feel,
The intense vibes?
As your eyes gaze upon me,
Looking deep,
Inside my soul.
If only you could know,
How this makes me feel.
Drifting into a small heaven.
A heaven that i have created,
That you have created.
The love that you give to me,
Even if just friends,
Seems to last,
Last forever.
But is this love?
Can you truly say that you have some feelings,
Feelings of Love?
Feelings that let you care?
If only this was real.
Can this be real?
It is only in my dreams.
The dreams that I hold,
Longing for you.
These precious moments,
We spend together.
Yet they have only been,
The couple of days,
We seem to think of them,
As a couple of years.
Could this one day be,
That we shall meet?
As I jump into the arms of you,
My love,
Can it be that you might see,
Through the eyes of me?
Hoping,
That my childish thoughts,
Meaning something,
To the likes of you.
I'm sorry if my words,
Mean nothing.
I have put my "spirit" out there.
Being scared,
Scared of that certain place.
No lies,
No cheats,
Just me being me,
And,
You being you.
Now,
Just waiting for your response.
A response that might hurt,
Yet might not.
Does this make sense to you?
How the mind works?
How my mind works?
Don't take that "spirit" away.
Give me something to live by.
I am here,
And i plan on staying!

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~Confusion~
by: Julie B
As he walks into this quiet room,
he drifts into a place of neverending screams.
With each second that seems to pass,
they tend to grow longer and more intense.
Will they ever let him rest?
He treds through a river of blood,
listening to the sounds, the crys,
that have burned this hole through his soul.
He awakens to find himself lieing,
paralyzed.
For his nightmare has come true.
He closes his eyes,
he asks himself,
to live the life of someone new.
His life isn't worth all the pain,
the pain that these people have put him through.
Can't he take it any longer?
Why isn't this making him stronger?
He has reached his last breath.
He feels his death rise above him.
Collapsed on the floor,
feeling like he has no feeling left.
Looking back into the past,
realizing his life,
it wasn't so bad.
Remembering the days that weren't so quiet,
and yet without those horrid screams,
he was nothing.
but...
Was it them?
or...
Was it he?
To make and to take his pleed?
Was it he,
that had the imagination,
that led him to sore and be lost in his,
less then perfect thoughts?
When he thinks back to the past,
to here the screams,
the crys of those certain sensations.
But when he listens to the screams,
and the crys,
The only person,
the only sensation,
that he heres,
is himself.
Those people that had been screaming,
crying out to him,
those were not people.
That was one person,
and that one person was he.
He was crying out to himself.
They did not kill him,
he killed himself!

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