Posted to the wrong blog. Oh well. If anyone knows how to get rid of the posts then go ahead.
Am blonde after all. Blondes do stupid things like this all the time :)
Monday, May 4, 2009
Shadows
Shadows |
by Darcy |
An unnoticed identity clouded, restless beneath your feet sorrow life years buried in dirt billions of cares unforgiven. Scar a lifeline on granite stone living wasted nothings These unspoken distant calls repel, dying seeds of hateful notes Use nitrous pins to expose this evil flesh inside revealing impure fragile wings that can't ever be hidden Yourself seen towards judgement flow an ocean of tears seeping downwards to Hell. |
Poem by Shellie
Alone Again |
by Shellie Sanchez |
Four o'clock in the morning Afraid to open my eyes Another day of grief, A day of fear. All alone I feel. I try to justify all the pain, All of this guilt before my eyes. Another day of confusion, A day of wondering. Is it ever just going to go away? All this pain that I feel, And all this anger, is it going to stay? Ten o'clock in the evening, Afraid of the nightmares. Again my breathing stops. All I can do is stare into the night. What is it that causes this feeling? Another night of crying, A night of hiding, Alone once again. My heart feels empty, And I can't cry another tear. Another day wasted on insecurity, A day of wonder. Is this ever going to end? |
Another poem by Kimberly
Through My Eyes |
by Kimberly |
Like tyrants assembled with tears Trembling like a tomb And singing like a statue I am as empty as the ocean. My blind eyes scream in silence So this eternal echo will be known. Given to the foils of time, And shattered like plate glass- You freeze within the fire. Darkness now lives at daylight, And shadows turn to the ghosts. With all that shined is hollow You imagine unconsciously. And pretending to sleep you realize, Nothing is what it seems. |
Poems I like.
What Lives In Me |
by Kimberly |
Misled troves on Sunday morning fly away, I sing as I was the wind, And burn like the fire. Trembled cold ice lives in my heart, Racing are my words. They twine together as one, But live together as two. Roses that are gray, And a ocean no longer blue, The daze continues. A bridge not to be crossed, And a church not to be kneeled in. Once at peace, Resting for eternal bounds Will then I live. |
Poems I like.
Nearly Unnoticed |
by Reese |
She is lonely Even though you can't tell She is reaching out For what, she doesn't know She will continue to sit in silence And hope that someone may stumble across Her and all of her emptiness But they only hope that they do it in time Otherwise she will have drifted too far And she may let go Of whatever grasp of the world she has As she slowly fades out of the lives of everyone Nearly unnoticed. |
Monday, July 23, 2007
HI FROM CAMEROON
Hello everybody!!!
I'm in Cameroon now for almost 2 months for my internship in a private equity firm. It's an interesting job but the great thing is that I'm back after 5 years. I was quite surprised of how thing can "not change at all". I took a picture of a fight on the street which is quite common for the men doing small jobs in town; but I also took some other nice pics. Just take a look!!
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