Thanks AngelLight

By the way I like your Tattoo "Sweet"

My Female cousin says i should give our friend what i wrote, to show her that her friends felt her pain. I'm afraid it will refresh the trauma.
I'm torn between being supportive or getting in the way of recovery.
I'd appreciate anyones opinion

Thanks AngelLight

For relating

Glad you like it.
Keep up the great work.

Hey d4tc

How about this. I hope it works with what you wrote.


week one
________________
SWF

Believes in dates
Takes precaution against rape
On any date
Just call her safe


She makes it a day
Soaking in Olay
She'd rather be shorter than you
So she can look up into those baby blues


She's always to skinny or to fat
And worrying about this and that
She eats Salad before pizza
She never dated a priesta


week Two
__________________
SWF

She'll be amazed
If you use clever words


She can be frivolous
from your absurd ridiculousness


She worries all the time
About being late


Two on a dime After all
Are sure to relax her mind


week Three
___________________
SWF

She's eager
For her bell to be chimed
She'll expect your applause
when she's bumpin for the cause
Call her

Nice

Thank you LAMom

Hey thanks for lookin over my stuff.
I'm new to writing or should i say i don't do it as often as i'd like. It sort of comes and goes and when inspiration does strike me i find myself writing then scratching part of what i wrote only to find myself doing it again further down the page. Some people here have a way of putting words to paper as smooth as a brush puts paint to canvas.

MirrorMirror
It's nice to get a thumbs up from someone with so much clout

Thanks MirrorMirror

Believe30 did you think it was lame?

As the thought of you spins me round
Im deaf to outside sounds
A rush of joy to my mind
Your one of a kind
The good ones are so hard to find
But i found mine
In your hair the color of red wine i find
With a silk shine that blinds
As you glide down the park slide
Your gleeful cry lites my eyes
Makes my spirit fly
Your one of a kind

rush rush
what a fuss
when getting their in a rush
becomes a must
rush rush

Whats your point of view
When i ask you
About the not so well to do
The ones who's home is in an alley
Criss Crossing from the Suburbs to the City
Hidden in plain view
On occasion a not so well to do
is seen by me and you
In dusty old shoes
Old souls
Walking in dirty old clothes
I wonder if they Gave up caring
About the people staring
At what their wearing
A few you can find
With a dog trailing behind
Others you can find
Sleeping with their wine
I ponder on the memories they leave behind
Right up to the present time
Were they dull or did they shine
Were they evil or kind
How many of you fear
The idea of becoming one of them kind
Or do you force yourself to be blind
The few times
You see the not so well to do kind

This was a poem to my Friend.

Hey Mr Suicide
You say your soul cries
Every time you justify your refusal to try
As your life is overcome with fears
Your courage disappears
Sending chilling doubts down your spine
We all know the world can be unkind
But it's a crime
To allow strive to be furthest from your mind
You say it's unclear why your here
And you want to just disapear
You admit to allowing doubt and fear
The green light to whisper in your ear
Well I hope you'll find
Some shine from my rhyme
If a little at a time
You challenge your mind
your courage will be primed
Surprisingly you will find
Oppertunities in do time
Going from Mr Suicide
To Mr Not Afraid To Try

A Child's end

On 2-12-08 11:23 pm at my kins

A call came in

I gladly made mine

The choice to answer the ring on the line

As i bring the phone near my ear

My friends voice i hear

Hello with a grin

I give to my long time friend

During my attempt to bring her cheer

A heaviness in her voice i clearly hear

As her voice flows into my ear

An unclear fear appears

My inner voice i hear

A whisper that's very clear

Telling me theirs something very wrong here

With this friend i hold dear

Her words stab my soul like a sharp spear

An electric shock of fear

Comes from the next words i hear

Their will be no child born this year

To heaven my child has gone from here



That is something i wrote for my friend

But couldn't bring myself to send

She lost her little one just 4 months in

Way before it's life could begin

How i hurt for my childless friend who stands near

Impossible to hold back tears

As the last word she hears

is the Reverends Amen

For a child's end

That didn't even begin