Angels in Disguise
Angels in disguise
Ever wonder who they are
There every where you look
Normal people like you and me
They may be small
They may be tall
They might be quiet
They might be loud
But they always have a mission
They do there job and then they're gone
One moment you see them
The next moment there gone.




Childhood Myth
You may have heard the rythm
I wish I may I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight.
Almost every child has
To me it is a silly myth
Just another disapointment
You can wish you may
You can wish you might
Have the wish you wish tonight
You go aheah
I might to
But be ready for dissapoinment



Depression
Depression what's it mean...

Dark clothing reflects your mood,
Energy is drained,
Praying for something to brighten your day,
Really upset,
Emotionally drained,
Sad and moody,
Sick to your stomach,
In the dumps feeling,
Out of hope, No end in sight,

That's what depression means to me.



Does anybody hear him
He is screaming
He is crying well you take away this pain
Does anybody hear him?
He is walking
He is running to escape from all this pain!
Does anybody see him?
He is kneeling on the steps of a church
He says is anybody listening Ive got alot to say
Is anybody out there that can take away this pain?
He gets up to his feet and he says
I hope somebodys watching as I walk back to the pain!
I hope somebodys listening when in cry out again!
And he walks





You dont get it!
You dont get it!
Im not perfect I never have been and never will!
You dont get it!
I make mistakes just like you!
You dont get it!
I have feelings even though you think I dont!
You dont get it!
I love you but I cant tell you how I feel!
You dont get it!
I doubt you ever will!



Think about it
Think about it.
Every mean thing you've said
Every comment you've made
Every bad name you've called someone
Think about it.
When you take the time to think
You realize you've done someone wrong
You've loaded there gun
Each mean thing
Each comment
Each bad name
Each thing adds up
Each one is a bullet in there gun
Now the tables are turned
Now the gun you pointed at them is turned on you
Those entire things you said are thrown back
Now.
Think about it.

WoW!!! A very Wise Young Adult you are with an Incredible talent,, I enjoyed your work here and hope you will share more with us,,

Welcome to JSH our home away from home,,,

WOW you have quite a big of talent those were amazing

I love your writing. Loved your expression that you used. Please share more it was a joy reading

Thanks guys.

Father

Father
Where were you when I had my first dance?
Father
Where were you when I got my first car?
Father
Where were you when my life went downhill?
Father
Where were you when I needed you most?
Father
Where are you?

Prayer

Prayer what is it?
For some it is a way of religion,
For some it is a way to confess there sins,
For me it is a safety hatch
A way to let my problems go,
What is prayer to you?

i can totally relate to the father one your completely awesome!

Bravo

Lowest Point by Collin Solonka

I reached my lowest point

I no longer knew who i was.

I reached my lowest point

I have scars to prove were I was

I reached my lowest point

I did what I never thought I would do

I reached my lowest point

but someone was there to help me up

I am climbing back up

but it will take time


Why do I cry by collin solonka

why do I cry

is it because I feel left out

why do I cry

is it because I have been deserted

why do I cry

at night alone in my bed

why do I cry

is because I feel like a failure

No I cry because I know I can

I cry because I am cared for

I cry because I know I am not a failure in Gods eyes

I am a work in progress


what is a cross each letter stands for something different

christ died on one

relief provided by death

our sins erased

simplicity in the most complex

side pierced



where are you guardian angel

where were you when my parents fought?

I know you were there...

where were you when i moved away

i hope you came with me....

where are you when i cry myself to sleep?

I wish you would comfort me...

are you there watching me now...........


Cutter why do you cut?

Does it bring relief to the pain already there?

Cutter why do you cut?

Is it because you feel alone?

Cutter why do you cut?

Is it because you are depressed?

Cutter why do you cut?.......

a lot of your work hits really close to home very nicely done

Again,,. Very deep and thought provoking,,,

Welcome Home,,,

Memories,
memories,
things of the past,

memories,
memories,
happy and sad,

memories,
memories,
of the ones that i love,

memories,
memories,
of the ones that i have lost,

memories,
memories,
what do they cost?

memories,
memories,
hope they're not lost,

memories,
memories,
let me find the way,

memories,
memories,
help me this day,

memories,
memories,
For I seek to remember those happy times,

memories,
memories,
please let me find,

memories,
memories,
help me recall

memories,
memories,
those happy times of which i am so fond,
help me remember what i do hold dear,
and please, oh please,
tell me what I wish,
Tell me please of what i miss.

Tell me of the good times I've shared with those closest to me,
Tell me of the times when I have broke down and beared my soul,
Tell me of the times when I have been strongest,
Tell me of the times when I have held on the longest,

Tell me of the times that I have embarrassed myself,
Tell me of the times when I have hurt the most,

Let me remember everything I have done,
Cuz I wanna remember,
I wanna remember everything that I have forgot,

Its very important,
these memories of mine,
Cuz they tell my life,

They bare my soul,
They help me cope,
They help me reminece,
But most of all

They are my life,
My life folded together in a single timeline

my daughter used to write poems when she was 12yrs old she now 24, but she wrote her poems to relieve her pain that she was going through which nothing was wrong with that..

here is one of her poems she wrote

where are you.

i cant belive what you've done.
you've thrown away such happiness, memory and fun, me your daughter a bright young girl growing up in a world so cruel, growing up woth no father, no father to guide and instruck me, but for you i still care. i reach for you, but no one is there. i've seen you twice 2yrs ago and that was very nice, so nice to meet you, nice to see you, watch you and learn from you, but that isent enough, not enough for me to love you, and not enough for you to be my dad. you were never there when i needed you to care, you were never around when i slept so sound, where were you when i needed you. where are you now.

here is another poem my daughter wrote.. she also did alot of drawing, but she doesnt do that any more..

dont judge me

dont judge my by my looks.
dont reject me because of my race
get to know me before you decide my place.
dont critize my actions untill you know the reasons why.
keep your mind open.
keep the hope alive.
dont despise me without reason
just give me the chance to prove the good i have inside.
take time to discover the feeling that i hide.
never hate with only one look.
give me the chance i deserve.
look and see, and you will find the love inside of me