EightHundredOne So it's over. It's the night and you can breath again, unrestrained. Unconfined, your solitary, succulent, socialite soul goes out to drink in the warm papaya night that isn't under your window. Where is he? Where is the music you always were afraid to dance to? What does your world become when the same music box tune plays in your head like candy, and the beat is uneven, but you never stop to care. Spread your wings, soft feathers, multicolored brown, mottled blue. Patterns in your feathers, stars in your feathers, dreams only now coming true. Learn to see beyond. Learn the time to fall, and how to do it gracefully. Just because it's obnoxious doesn't mean it's bad. Just because it's new doesn't mean it won't go away. Wake up with the dawn and see the face that surfaces like a drowned sun in your mirror as your own. ~Becky~ EightHundredTwo And the beat was un-even and you never stopped to care just kept moving, avoiding, leaving other people called it "running away" you called it "escape" and somehow the two were entirely different. Different feet everywhere you went and all of them could dance and all of them tried to teach you and all of them failed. You got so used to shuffling that listening and moving and following were hard to learn and you kept tripping and they'd laugh and you'd leave. Your goal in life was never to get stuck and you suceeded for a while but then you learned to spin and looked into eyes that were smiling and you never knew eyes could smile before and your feet wouldn't move the way you asked them to just kept going in circles without tripping and there was more to learn and you wanted to learn it all. You learned to smile to giggle and laugh and when someone tickles you now you don't suck your stomach in. You learned to ask and listen and fall and someone was there to catch you and everything was perfect. Then one day you fell and kept falling and the hands were gone and you had forgotten how to escape. NumberEightOhThree you had forgotton the way a body has such a presence. how he was so tall. how could anyone dominate a doorway like that? walking two steps to each of his one, you had forgotton what it was like to smile bounce skip hop wear sunglasses gaze up adoringly past the sunlight filtering past his neck and shoulders you'd forgotton how he could leave you behind how he'd stride, watching the distance how he'd leave you one step shorter, so you could smile and melt and grin and love all you wanted without fear of being caught. you know you thought you'd forgotten how to love you were afraid how thin the butterflies wings were getting lately afraid that if they tried to flap too hard they'd curl up and die, fluttering cold to the ground. were you glad, the day you realized, he would always stop for you eventually? turning and smiling as you trotted to catch up were you rejoicing the day the butterflies wings built up so much that they caused hurricanes in other parts of the world? or did your stomach turn when you realized how much there was to forget again? you know you are afraid of being destroyed by something as powerful as a million butterflies. you know you're scared of being swept up by their colors and their wings. you know you are blissful that he'll walk beside you now, his arm around you now, you are never left behind now, but it's so much harder to see the sun, from there. are you glad you remembered what you thought you'd forgotten? or are you wishing for a single butterfly wings fluttering gently against the sun? 8oh4 I bet you thought that I had gone? I bet you thought you'd gotten ride of me And my bloody words But when you gave me that look I turned around and said how could i even close a doorway like that? My Poetry is the way of me It's my baby that's only 5 months old. When my baby poetry weeps i weep. When my baby crys
i cry.
When my baby laughs
i laugh.
i watched my baby grow up from my first poem number 51 to my latest ones that no one has seen. my poetry is my baby the baby i love.
805 But when you gave me that look, Such a look I don't think I've ever seen. My oppionions came crashing down with your hug, like dynamite for the soul, my barriers fled as I thought WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? You happend to me. Made me think. Made me question how I looked at people, how I saw them as impervious to me, or thin and pourous and yearning to be filled with my love. I'm still scared. Still afraid to give kindness to strangers who may turn their backs, toss their heads, and dismiss me with a sigh. But I see myself like a mountain where before I was a valley. I see myself as determined where before I was indesicive. I look you in the eyes now, and smile. ~Becky~ EightOhSix i look you in the eye look myself in the eye and try and decide what's real. the glimmer of mischeviousness the welling of tears or the smile? special smiles from your lips that i roll up and stick in my pocket to keep for later when i'm cold and silent and none of my friends notice i take out that smile and wrap it around me and eat chocolate memories of when the sun was shining on the porch steps and perfect was a jar of peanut butter and saltine crackers and bare feet. and i wear navy blue and remember you. NumberEightOhSeven when i'm cold and silent and none of my friends notice you know i'm all curled up right now, alone, and i try to swallow down emerging panick. something big and blue and freezing from somewhere deep and dark inside and i sit like a glacier melting into my hands. i bend over the keyboard and tears drizzle into the pool. you can't even tell. you don't even know. how could you be expected to i still type in smileys even when my eyes feel like stones. rocks. gravel. scratching. you make the pit in my stomach ten times heavier and i can't move. can't breathe. i don't even want to write poetry won't make anything better all it does is warm my fingers up so it constrasts starkly when i touch my freezing forehead. where are you to tell me to keep warm? EightZeroEight I try to swallow down emerging panic. Losing control would not be good right now, or ever again. Panic would mean crying, being scared, refusing to let go of you. No. I won't do that. So I cram it down, stuff it out of the way. Maybe if I ignore it long enough it will disappear. So just hold me as we watch the time we have left together rapidly disappear. ~Qetyria~ EightOhNine so this is it i swallow my last real breath of you and cough you back up and you stream down my face so this is it baby's on fire a scorcher, this one is. But daddy's lost to your secrets that he thinks are his: I imagine a smack and your cheek bleeding blue but even bruised and beaten up still doesn't suck away daily aches from where you chill out in my chest. so is this. this is so. don't go. ~Maggie EightTen in my chest this feeling of collapsing caving in yet emtiness like when someone leaves and a room grows larger and smaller and someone HAS left. i think it's you. your feet just shuffling out of my life in fluffy pink slippers and how can friendship leave so quietly no stomping or slammed doors just gone. i'm holding a slip of paper you wrote on when we still giggled together and i don't giggle a lot and all the paper says is "i'll always be here for you" and i wonder who invented "always" and how long it REALLY is. and if "forever" lasts any longer than "tomorrow" and the calluses on my fingertips are fading since i don't play my guitar anymore whose here to listen but how i was proud of those calluses now i'm trying to do that to my heart. EightEleven whose here to listen to the incoherent rambles of a brown haired girl and i wonder do they really want to listen? or do they just say that to keep me in a state of semi-consciousness i look up at the stars and its midnight i'm wondering who i really am and who i will be whose here to listen to my strange sayings and singing in the rain those phone calls at 3 am speaking of faerys and stars and i realize that there are many people here to listen all i have to do is ask. ~Jadzia EightTwelve Do they really want to listen? The silences seem to stretch on for miles. For every word you don't say I fill in 20. I coil the phone cord around and around my finger, thinking of all the people you must have talked to in your life, and I'm sure they were all more interesting than me. When you laugh, it's like bells chiming and I shiver in wonder that something I said could create such a sound. You know, I never stop to question why I care so much if this phone call is perfect, or if it's just an odd mix of awkward giggles and long sighs like most. I have to prove something to you. But what if I screw it up? I feel like there's only one chance, one phone call to prove my entire character to you. Fuck that. I'd rather just hang up. ~Becky~ EightThirteen as the plane descends through a tangle of buildings, skeleton glass brightly shining back at the plane, it should have been raining you think as you dial the number (your mother's number, your husbands number your friend's number, your sister and brother) people saying their goodbyes through plastic mobile phones with guns pointed at their heads through the chill of their impending death through the kill of your sinking hope. and my shattered shock to watch your death on the TV screen to read your obliteration on the computer it must have been relief to hang up after saying "I love you, goodbye" and swallowing down tears and bile. you close your eyes and pray that the clenching shiver in your stomach, sharp and acid screaming and raging through plastic they must be laughing i hope they're happy at the last minute agony becomes a joke, just like everything else becomes smoke, and stench fills the air reminding me of terror -- can you imagine? i can.
EightOneFour Looking back on that day, it should have been raining. Remember when there was rain. We were united, brought together, many voices made one. Warm, crowded, we didn't quite fit, but a little extra crowding didn't bother us. The rain bonded us together, then set us free, dancing off to change the world. Without the rain, yes, we are free now, but we've forgotten how to dance. There was no rain to close the old chapter, which makes it that much harder to begin a new one. ~Qetyria~ NumberEightOneFive rain bonded us together, the kind of bond where you don't really want to know the person that well i knew just about all that i was comfortable with. but acid rain like drops of unrequited love hissed on our unprotected heads and now our poetry is linked. and now the songs i listen to are tainted because you've listened to them too and i think they mean more to me. i am the one who feels so deep. i am the one who cares more than she should. you laugh, you flirt, you put another conquest on the back shelf and i hurt, i fade against your extraordinarily bright image loving more than you've ever known. it was my love that overflowed and splashed down like acid on your head. and now you've confused it with your own and our poetry is linked. linked and i want to sever our connection, because i have drowned in rain and you have always evaded getting in too deep. EightOneSix i am the one who feels so deep who cares more than she should everytime i get close to someone i can't help but wonder how much do they really care? is it real or just an illusion something to pass by later on like a silly school girl crush that you look back on and laugh about i know you, but who will take the time to get to know me, who i really am? "i prefer to dig for gold" thats the line i'd love to hear whispered from your lips... ~Jadzia 817 Gone. You have left me. But to where i wonder. Heaven? Hell? Is there such a thing? Is there a difference? I can't tell. All I know is you are gone. We will never read together again. Or laugh together, Or lie on the grass and watch the stars, Or a thousand other things. I will never hear your voice, Or thrill when you touch me. Or feel your lips against mine. I will never see a smile light up your face. All these things I will never know again. What I wouldn't give to hear the words "I love you" Wispered from your lips, once more. ~erynne 817 liftoff but to where i wonder in lowercase freebase and a suitcase blacknsilver zipper closed and bursting with bits of me and bits just aquired. blaming the growl of nerves (when a man in a towel turban sits near) on indigestion. behind the eye-dreams of drugs when i get home will there be something left? or maybe just a hole with me and my fatsuitcase standing in the center of a cloud that used to be steel and a pulse. ---Maggie 818 standing in the center of a cloud swirling mists surround me my life was like a black and white photo before you came you color the mists with rainbows and dance in the moonlight like a faery i have bursts of realization where just for a moment everything makes sense like a key that likes to appear at odd moments of the day you open the door to avalon and fairytales at midnight i smile and you giggle goddess girl my life was like a black and white photo before you came ~Jadzia EightNineteen i smile and remember when i used to laugh and a smile is all that's left no one ever told me that once you forget how to laugh getting it back taked practice just like no one ever said that once someone leaves they're gone but you still don't forget once something's over you still hurt and when i cry out in pain and they ask where it hurts and i point to my heart and say "here" and they laugh. i smile and bite my lip just hard enough not too hard enough to not say a word and know i'm real and here and not draw blood and no one can see because my hair makes a cutain round my face and i cry out in pain and they ask where it hurts and i point to my heart and say "here" they smirk a little but look thoughtful. i lie in bed and sploch my journal pages with tears and enjoy the way blue lines look smeared together i cross thing out write them in again in pencil earase them write them in again with pen and i draw windows and flowers on my palm no one's gonna hold my hand so they won't smear and i cry out in pain and they ask where it hurts and i point to my heart and say "here" and they say "i understand" with wet eyes and give me a hug. EightTwenty smeared together, I can still tell where I began before our words blurred together and you showed me that language is meant to be used like a box of 26 crayons - that a rainbow doesn't even begin to describe the colors we can create. For Roya
NumberEightTwentyOne like a box of 26 crayons i fall and scatter the smell of wax and blank paper exciting, thrilling, anticipating a mess all over the floor bright and brighter i am every color possible being ground into the carpet by an unsuspecting heel i got in trouble for drawing beautifully on the wall and i melt if you leave me alone. i would have you be my mural my canvase, my butcher paper, my wall my blank slate anything is possible before i try to scratch my own colors on your skin. who says that blank is perfect and that scribbles aren't the epitome of eloquence? i am the orange the blue the purple the green the marks on the table snapped in two i am the girl who never knows when to stop EightTwentyTwo wasting time with scribbles i'm sitting here giving into fear if i give in, they win i still don't know where the predator hides i still don't know where the danger lies. wish i wasn't sitting here wasting minutes, absently tapping and waiting should've gone back and climbed the rock face like i did yesterday to stand on top and look down feeling like a beautiful giant. i like the danger that i know.
EightTwentyThree feeling like a beauty and tapping my foot and wishing i could but memories on a TV screen and replay them over and over. pink hair in the sun "hair is pink?" this country girl didn't understand. one year later. purple hair in the sun "ooohhh purple hair! pretty!" this country girl didn't realize how much you change in a year. feeling like a beauty all curled up on the sofa watching (story of my life) listen and watch, listen and watch remember it all then when i'm home i can pour it all onto paper and put it in the mail and i mail it to you because maybe you didn't listen and watch listen and watch and remember it all sometimes i wish I was the one being watched. EightTwentyFour Sitting down tapping my foot not in time to any music only to hide my shaking. You still have no idea how bad that was. Doesn't seem like any big deal to you, I know. But it brought up a decades worth of old fears and insecurities and shoved them right in my face. I wanted to go hide in bed for the rest of the day. I would have if I had thought I could get away with it. So instead, walked through the day in a self destructive haze. Not healthy, not happy, not good. I knew the happy streak was too good to last for long, but there's always the hope that it will. ~Qete~ Eight Twenty Five I wish my heart was a child's again Pure and undamaged, a spark of light Not like this, not this unhealthy Because I know there's something missing A feeling where there should be love Thoughts, fears, and excuses Rush to fill the empty space And instead, I look to others To validate my importance Tell me I'm special always Like the sun, tell me I shine Tell me I'm that happy child You always wanted a child Not this fragmented excuse for an adult Who still looks for approval like a child Only doesn't have the resources to find it. I know there's something missing Some glowing light I could not retain Now that I don't shine How can I expect you to love me? When love leaks out of my heart Like sand through a hole Still, like a child I want to be lied to.
NumberEightTwentySix missing some glowing light. i miss the way i couldn't cover up the shine. my hands were too small to hide the smile that could split brick walls. i smell smoke tonight. and it makes me miss the he's of before. the ones that made me know what first love was. i miss the thought of firelight and you. and winter makes me want more cold. summer makes me long for heat. i want what i have one finger holding on to, but not what i can hold close to my skin, to keep me warm, protect me from burns you take too long to reply. and winter is in my heart while summer burns in my cheeks. NumberEightTwentySeven your hands trace out a story in my hair. I spent a whole winter in your arms, dreaming of forever. but that winter lasted as long as any other, the permedence of the season lasting as long as forever, at least in this case. the rainstorms fading gradually. spring's violence jerking me to reality to your hands touching me (again) and me slipping away like a raindrop down a window.
828in this case. the rainstorms fading back distantly in my memory spring turns to summer to fall in a space of days, the space of a thousand miles from someplace like home leaves are red, here, but the sun is shining, and the rainstorms are but a memory of Oregon. --Aredridel EightTwentyNine a thousand miles from someplace like home and i wonder where home REALLY is because it sure isn't here where my parents are my family is my house is my family, my home is where i don't need to think because everyone understands me already home is where i can dodge between raindrops and change things in an instant and take what scares me and shut it in a drawer and leave it there forever forever is a long time but not as long as you'd think sometimes forever isn't even long enough for tears to evaporate and sometimes it's long enough to forget them forget forget forget is what you shouldn't do don't forget me? NumberEightThirty take what scares me and shut it in a drawer like peter pan's shadow i will hide it until someone with soft hands shows me how to sew it back on painlessly. i would but my hands are cold, and shaking i can't thread the needle and besides it's like a haystack in here, and i am the camel's back. there are so many metaphors similies like water flow and just as cold cloth clings to my shoulders as i hold words to my body for warmth. sometimes i'd like to shut myself in a drawer, rattle the knob, or be the flickering light on the wall. clap if you believe. clap. believe in me. and i will find a way to attach words to your shoulders like the warmest shadow. NumberEightThirtyOne sometimes i'd like to stop laughing every time you say something that approaches the truth. you scare me, you know how close you can get to the fire i think i would just burn up and die if i told you every little flame you spark in me. although sometimes your words are like a bucket full of ice water and drenched, i cry, because i am not waterproof.i am not flameproof and i am all too mortal. so i just laugh and hope i don't go up in smoke. NumberEightThirtyTwo So I just fall tracing the outline again and again in my head so I read too much into it and spilled it scared of what may have come you say you mean but I'm unclean waiting for the means to and end who knows what you think I'm behind the pace is off my scale pale with held and scorched so I'm forcing it all away I don't want to say even to myself where I've dwelt and lost instead so smooth it all down forgetting is and loose myself from it's grip striping it all down so I just fall. ~Irina 2nd place.i'm the 2nd place girl so I'm forcing it all away. im 2nd place in everything that i do. my poetry is good. but not good enough my kissing is good but not as good as the 1st place boy's my looks are pritty but the other one's just a bit ahead of you sorry. i didn't meen to hurt you. your just the 2nd place girl. sorry. i know you are stround enough to stuff it all away. that's why i don't mind saying this to you i have to go now i still love you, you just came 2nd place in life .... that's all
EightThirtyFour i don't feel /that/ way about you i know you'll understand thats why i don't mind saying this to you to hell you understand my heart racing at the mere mention' of your name those sparkly blue eyes making my knees go weak you treat me as though i'm there as a "girlfriend step-in" someone to fill the gap of feeling "alone" guess what? i'm sick of it to hell with being a "step in" people think we're together and nobody will make a move for me because of you than you flirt with other girls and don't hear the loud -crack- as my heart breaks in two i thought i was over this thought these feelings were through i've been in denial avoidence not facing the facts i'm facing them now it's over i'm done your not the number one priority in my life (not that you ever were) fenito! if only it were that simple a conscious decision of who you love so i try not to let you see those hidden glances down the halls those jealous looks as you flirt with other girls that look of longing on my face. ~Jadzia NumberEightThirtyFive i try not to let you see or hear the way tears are dripping and i am hiccuping. because you and your cheer matter more to me than scratches/slits on my arms. so listen to tom waits, and think of driving at night, the lights, the way we can make the dark stretch forever. because you are warm, and my smile is cute so we'll laugh and i'll think how is it that when you are with me the coldness is only cold because your arms are there? but tonight it's cold and you went to bed early. too early for me to find out what was wrong. and the slits on my arm are too shallow to measure how much i want you to be happy. so i won't cut but feel the holes empty, in other places. 836 You Are too shallow Did I ever go down on you With the lights on? Did you once look me in the eyes When we made love Every night Remembering broken hearts Broken tears Broken bones Is that all that matters to you? Let it go. 837 Is that all that matters to you? Why would you insist that I'm the cream of the crop? When you can't even touch me, what you're really saying Is that I'm good for doing you favors, it's true I'm a hard worker. dependable. yes. I used to pray that you'd notice one day.. that I'm good for other things. Deeper things. I could be good for more than doing your dirty work Filling your drinks, running your errands You praise me and yet you don't know who I am Otherwise I wouldn't be your second best If you knew me you'd be right next In line to claim me as the person who could Soothe your soul. And me? I wish you had a soul to sooth.
838 I am walking these streets And these streets are mean They laugh too loudly Jarring me, as I try to remain Invisible. Because it's dangerous to be seen. I am walking these streets And these streets are full of threats They jeer and snicker With a heart full of liquor And cold sweat pours down my face And I grit my teeth and quicken my pace I wish I had my bike, so I could be fast Too fast for them to catch me. I am walking these streets And these streets are full of monsters The darker it gets the louder they cry Every night I wonder if I'm going to die I pull my hood over my face Over my conspicuous pale face Stuffing my hands into my pockets Trying to disguise my race, my sex Trying to turn into a nobody Because nobodies can exist among goblins And god knows there are enough of them Around here. No one smiles. We walk past each other, grim and tense Our hands are curled into fists But our expressions are perfectly blank. I am walking these streets And these streets are terrified They richot with the yells and the shots fired one right. after. another here there is nowhere to dive for cover But you know you keep on looking You know it's not just about the gangs And the guns, and the drugs It's about the hate that infuses itself In the sidewalks. And I walk on those sidewalks Every Single Fucking Night. Sometimes it just turns into a game Sometimes the fear is cleansing Sometimes it's fun I am walking these streets And they threaten me every time A note of violence hangs on the air Vibrating like a note of music.
NumberEightThirtyNine it's dangerous to be seen which is why this computer, this keyboard, they come in so handy it's dangerous for you to hear my voice sometimes, so i guess it's good that i cry silently. it wouldn't do to have you guess the things that hang upside down on every word and even though i'm sure i'm being obvious no one wants me to admit anything, how i feel, that emotions exist because that would change everything. which is why i wrinkle my nose and squirm to escape every time you joke about what's true. NumberEightForty so i guess it's good that i cry silently and tell you nothings wrong and i want to say something funny just to say you smile but i don't think i'm concious enough i don't know why there's ripples running through me and youyouyou in my heart keep smiling remember honey when grass was warm and sun was bright and white sweaters were cozy it was youyouyou in my head and you never knew that your hair was perfection to me and your smiles cotton candy and you sang with a littleboy look on your face and it was youyouyou in my heart keep smiling? keep smiling (#841) keep smiling everything will work out fine keep smiling and noding just look past it all and pertend that it doesnt bite you as hard as it does. keep up that silver mask that you bear girly you don't wanna let the real you out keep eating your gold stars and pats on the head keep living in your comforble world and in your corrner office eating cold cereal day after day call me when you get tired of being comforble in your tin can. but i'll tell you now girly its time to pull off your silver mask and let caned you grow
EightFortyTwo but i'll tell you now girlie i'm waiting for the day when you remember the packages i sent you the times you called me in tears and i listened for hours about the boy's who'd left the boys you wanted the boys you missed and i'll tell you that i'm checking the mail every day on the hopes you'll send me a letter tell me you love me say you remember. There's someone else i'm checking the mail for too but we won't talk about that i don't feel like getting laughed at just now. i'd dye my hair red but then looking in the mirror in the morning would be worse than it usually is. Mirror this smile and tell me who you see. #843 Mirror this smile this mere smile but don't say anything-- I'm tired of your endless words and endless movement! In your thousand flitting phrases I know less about you than you will learn from my single silence (if you'll listen--!) be still and silent as a stone Siddartha don't speak at all I don't want your words (with every word I know you less) stand still-- I want to know you You think you cannot live without a witness if no one's eyes are on you then surely you're not shining (why isn't it enough to know /I love you?/) I whisper it against your ear inscribe it on the inky sky just open your hands to me silently beleive me! but don't ask me (if you listen, you won't ask me /Do you love me?/) don't say anything with every word I know you less. --Rosemary NumberEightFortyFour don't say anything with every word i know you less. i don't want to hear about the laughing life you lead when i am not smiling cutely on the other end of the phone. and sure, i feel shut out, sure i wish i knew every little facet of your day, feel left out when it was just "good" but let me drown out the words i don't want to hear with my guitar strummed lullabies put my brain to sleep so i don't have to hear about how awake she made you feel. 845 Put my brain to sleep So I don't have to hear Myself, my manic screaming clanging Thoughts. Crumple them up like paper Throw them in the trash You can't help me anymore So don't say anything I'll awaken and nothing changes I wish you would. I wish you could Put my brain to sleep So I don't have to hear it Make it stop Without a word Because I don't understand Why I do what I do Why I think what I think Why I feel what I feel I wish you would Put my brain to sleep Shut it up in a box to keep I wish you could But you can't help me anymore Nobody can help me anymore.
NumberEightFortySix without a word you flip my heart over like it's lying bare and bleeding on the grill. rare, well done, soon i'll be burnt black. and charred. you'll be ready to slice me open you like them hot. i like the smell of smoke but i wish the air didn't sizzle when you walk into the room. NumberEightFortySeven When you walk into the room that blond girl in the corner turns to leave takes her backpack and throws her pop can away as she walks through the door. i'm watching her, not you everyone else is watching you but this girl is fascinating she looks as if she's perfected these movements you walking into the room backpack popcan leave without so much as a backwards glance a sign of anger this girl is good at hiding the clenched teeth and tight mucles. the pop can in the trash doesn't even have finger dents in it this girl has hair flipping, over her shoulder and empty eyes down to an art and she has me watching her in amazment and awe and everyone else ignoring her and i wonder if this is what she wants or if, beneath her carlessness she wishes you'd turn and watch her leave. NumberEightFortyEight beneath her carelessness she smarts. i know she does. with every laugh she wishes you had never seen her cry. she wonders why you can't see her bathed in the flattering light of moderation because giggling and sobbing, that's not all there is she wishes you could see her witty see her intelligent, articulate wishes she could make you smart and so you'd laugh to hide the painful surprise reminding you that what you see it not the whole picture. she is never so careless to endanger the lighthearted phone calls though. she would never hold open the shutter because you might not like the picture if it was over exposed. 849 you can't see her but she's there standing amidst the shadows quietly taking in what is said shhhhh you can't see her but she's there watching you speak as she glances at you a smile plays upon her lips shhhhh don't say a word just stand back and watch the world go on by minutes turning into hours and you can't see her standing there watching you... ~Jadzia 850 just stand back I can handle this really I've been here and I've handled it sort of If I can breathe then I'm doing fine right? and I'm handling this fine at least I thought I was but now I find I've been holding my breath and when I try to breathe it hurts NBTSWikiWiki | Recent Changes Edited 2 times, last edited on October 29, 2001 by royaboya@nbtsc.org. © 2000 NBTSC Webmasters |
