My pal "Jaime_S " did that poem Alffe mom. She is a pretty good writer and she draws/paints really fine too. Yesterday was her birthday .
It is nice to see her work up here
PEACE
BMW

I'll Never Understand

When I found you crying,
I didn't know what to do,
I held you close,
And tried so hard to comfort you.
But it wasn't enough,
I could never take away your pain,
Erase the past,
Or convince you to try again.
If only I had been there,
If I had known right from the start,
Maybe I could have helped,
But could I have prevented a broken heart?
You've changed so much,
Nothing would ever be the same,
It tore me apart,
To see you taking all the blame.
Your dreams were shattered,
And your spirit had been broken too,
More than you could take,
But I didn't know what you would do.
So I was unprepared,
For the shock that awaited me,
I didn't understand,
When you said you would soon be free.
I found you that morning,
Lying so peacefully on your bed,
I had this strange feeling,
I knew inside that you were dead.
I wanted to touch you,
But this inner fear kept me away,
I wept so hard,
For the dear friend I lost that day.
A bottle of pills,
Took away your life and your pain.
But it hurt so much,
Knowing I would never see you again.
Just why you gave in,
I'll never really understand,
Why didn't you fight,
Why didn't you reach out for my hand?
I wanted to help,
I wanted to be more than just a friend,
But it's too late now,
And it's so hard to believe it's the end.
I will never forget you,
You will be forever in my heart,
A sad and fragile soul,
A beautiful life that has been torn apart....
{©2004 Jan B.}

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Mind Of Confusion

A mind of confusion,
You just can't seem to think straight,
You try to sort it out,
But wonder if it's all too late.

A maze of thoughts,
Conflicting inside your head,
It's so overwhelming,
This horrible feeling you always dread.

Nothing makes sense,
You feel you're spinning out of control,
It's so humiliating,
As it destroys your confidence and your soul.

A kind of torture,
Nothing but a constant intense pain,
Dragging you down,
Making you feel like you're going insane.

It's so hard to focus,
Some days you struggle to break free,
Find some direction,
And be the person you want to be...
{©2006 Jan B.}

~Jaime~

peace and solice

Soon will come the day when I will have missed you longer than I knew you..
and then where will I be?
What will I know?
What will it mean?
Soon will be the day that I will have to say
I have been a widow longer than I was a wife...
And then who will I be?
Soon will be the day...
but not tomorrow.
Tomorrow only draws soon nearer...
Soon will come soon enough.
Tomorrow will come too soon.

LMH

To Wes, for our 29th anniversary...12/21/08

Ohh ((ducky))

http://www.poeticmedicine.org/
http://poeticmedicine.org/links.html#poetry_therapy
http://www.poetryandmedicine.com/

very intresting!

Winter's Roads

by Ron Carnell

I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.

Each road is long, though short it seems,
And credence gives each road a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams
Or choices turned to darkened dreams,
To where each road wends just the same.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

This journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads with greater bend
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet home.

But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place.

The Crocodile

by Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws