Poetry with wit.

Monday, June 15, 2009


...then I raise my head and see the tunnel that's ahead of me. my heart begins to race once again. As I enter another dark tunnel, there is blackness all around. I have no friends to console me, only this sadness that keeps me down. As this emptiness engulfs my being, no encouraging words can be found to pull me from this madness of which my heart is bound. No one knows of this blackness, around my heart it does caress. As I enter this blackened tunnel of my life, I am so depressed! This fear of... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

this is a poem that goes with my daughters silhouette...

Erica-- My wonderful daughter, You are His most precious jewel!! In Gods heaven, you will shine like the brightest star! You are my precious daughter. Erica, there is not another like you in all of the earth, nor shall there ever be! You are His unique creation. I love You!! only as He has given me the ability to. Gods Love for you is so far above me and you that even if we could utilize the whole of our brain, we still could not even begin to comprehend it. You are His awesome little girl. You... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 22, 2009

One day... our eyes will be opened.

"One day we shall feast our eyes on the risen Son, earthly pain will not remain when life on earth is done." "One day all of the dreams we'd hoped for, will turn into a joke One day the wise will shed their disguise and we who are fools will have hope." (unknown author) Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

"freed at last" updated.

"freed at last" By: David W. Smith I've seen those Giant Pyramids of Egypt. from clear up in the sky. work, work, work. never stopping, sand is dropping, til they die. never running out of breath. a little higher, build that tower, til your death. like an astronaut from outer space looking down into their place, I just wonder what it is, all those puny eyes do see. As I tower overhead, why do they always run? never stopping, more sand is dropping, even after the job is done. Their pyramid is... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Angie' song

I cried when I wrote it, She cried when she read it. This is a poem / prose, that I had written only one month before my best friend had passed away from the effects of leukemia, She had just turned 18, She only weighed 86lbs. Chemo therapy no longer had any effect on her. I cried and prayed for her everyday. My heart was broken. I know that someday I will see her again. I believe this with all of my heart. This has effected my life greatly. When she died, I blamed God, I felt that he had led me... Sign in to see full entry.

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