thirty two April 16, 2008

a year ago today
thirty two were slain
thirty two families
grieving and hurt
thirty two students
buried beneath the dirt
thirty two friends
leaving loved ones hurt
and one man behind it all
some have forgotten
too many have moved on
but thirty two parents
are still remembering
thirty two teachers are still empty
thirty two smiles are missing
and one man behind it all
so one year later
lets take [...]

[RIP Brielle] September 4, 2007

it’s crazy how life is
and how things can just be
how one day some one can be here
and the next day everybody saying R.I.P
Just to look around and witness
so many affected by her lost
this is the great life that we live
and this, my friends, is what it costs
my eyes are burning tremendously
from holding back raging cries
every [...]

letter to a baby…unborn June 5, 2007

ripped.. pulled..stolen
from the only life line
that you knew existed.
taken away from
the only comfort
that you had ever met
and who’s fault is it??
her’s or his?
he wasn’t there
and you would have suffered
without him
but you didn’t have to live
with him
so do you hate her
or do you despise him??
you were seperated
from the only security that you had found
the only air [...]

when you go May 24, 2007

I dont know
when you’ll fly away
to a better place
and I’m not to sure
when you’ll bid your farewell
with a smiling face
and I question
constantly
when you’ll leave in my heart
an aching space
but i know that now
you are here
and now you are well
so i’ll jump into your arms
and i’ll give you kisses
that you dont want
and I’ll sit upon your [...]

marking calendars May 22, 2007

i count days
marking calendars
not knowing
only hoping
that tomorrow comes for me
and i look into beautiful brown eyes
see pure reflections
of the sun’s rise
and i wonder what to call this thing
there are plenty of forces
that draw me in
pumpin sweet juice
throughout my vains
causing my heart
to somehow give way
to optimisms that embrace
and once again i fall in love
not with the [...]

with each strand May 17, 2007

with each strand
that fell to the ground
she died
her life was taken
stolen
by something
no one no where
could control
with every strand
that sat on top of her pillow
staring at her when morning came
she lost a piece
of what she used to be
with every strand
that effortlessly
pulled its way from her scalp
she let go
of what she tried so hard to hold on [...]