13
December
2006
Mixed emotions, torn apart, forever more you see
She never believed in real life until she really began to see
It was time for her to go.
Time for her to make the right choice.
She was thinking about one thing, but everyone thought of something else for her.
She couldn’t seem to find her way through the darkened halls and ivy walls.
Impossible she said.
So she laid down her head and cried for a while.
They all came down and sat beside her.
The memories that flowed within her veins, they sat there for a while.
After a long time.
They finally spoke.
They said.
Just go. Away. For a while. Clear your head. Let your hair down. Just go…. away…. for us. Your passion crying “go for us”… We are here dying away and you are just sitting here watching. Here we are. Telling you to, just go.
Think.Then speak, don’t just say it, believe it. Now.
Just go. Don’t wait. Climb it. Don’t hesitate.
By:Taylor - for a reason beyond any of us. (This picture is my own. I took it when I was in one of those moods and I thought to use it for this. It is an escalator in a shopping center)
Posted: Songs, Free Writing.., Poetry
3
December
2006
You should seen us, after that night that we spent with you, crying we were, endless to be.
We couldn’t get it through our systems, that you were going, we just couldn’t believe it.
You have done so much to help us.
You’ve been there when we called gor you, in darkness or in the light.
You would hever guess what we all said in our hearts, in our hearts, we didn’t speak a word.
No one could smile.
No one could laugh, at all.
We acted happy all day, but inside we cried.
No one could say your name with out a sheading a tear.
No one could pass another with out saying “did you hear, about her, leaving us here.”
By now your on that plane, you’ve gotten off, and gone home, were you thinking of us, when said good bye to this place
We will never forget your smile.
No one could ever bring back your laughter ,that filled that halls.
No one will smile, again, for a while, you see.
Because right now we’re crying, our lives fulled with sorrow, this is for you, when you are gone.
No could, and never will smile fully with out you……
By: Taylor - for all those you have just lost Paula as a friend. Smile please. It hurts all of us.
Posted: Free Writing.., Friends, Poetry
28
November
2006
The joy of a smile comes from within.
The joy of laughter is suddenly mine.
The joy I have when im with you.
Is the joy of knowing you might like me too.
Deep down inside, I know you love the person beside me.
But that will never stop me having this joy.
When I see you smile, laugh, jump and call my name.
You whisper about me, and laugh at my jokes,
What does it mean when I feel this way.
Explain to me why I can never forget you.
And how I love you so much that I always wanna be with you.
Just answer me, and get it over and done with,
Do you love me?
Do you wanna be with me?
Have you got the courage to love me?
By: Taylor - for a friend. Dont give up you never know.
Posted: Free Writing.., Poetry
26
November
2006
You could be in a country with four walls, four sides, four different points of view.
You fled this place, to get away, from what you thought was a disgrace.
You could live there and never know what the outside brings.
If I called you and asked you… what it was like? What would you say? What would you tell me now…?
Is the tea as sweet?
Is the grass as green?
Do people smile as much as they do here?
You couldn’t say… you wouldn’t know… you would just have to say…
I’m in a war, with hundreds of souls dieing every day.
He sends them off, to a place unknown, and I wish I will never go.
The small black box said a year or two but it has been three what can we do.
Sit. Wait. Anticipate.
Cry. Weep. Hold ours heads high.
They called for us, our names all four, they took us away.
I feared this moment from the start
I’m going to a place unknown.
No one could tell me. No one could comfort me.
Daddy don’t go.
Mother don’t die.
Sister you can not leave me.
In this place unknown.
Written by: Taylor - written for Anne Frank in WWII
Posted: Anne Frank, WWII, Poetry
26
November
2006
I see you working hard for me
And wonder what it means:
Whether I will do the same
And give up my own dreams
To offer someone else my world,
A stranger from my womb,
And say: Here, take my life,
So you, not I, can bloom. I often wonder at the depth
Of that cool sacrifice;
I know it can’t be “just because,”
Or simply to be nice. It is so awesome, I can’t think
How I could make that choice,
Except I see something in you
That gives my own heart voice. I see sometimes a happiness
Amid the stressed-out day
That no one else can hope to know
In any other way. I feel it when you look at me
And understand sometimes
That things I do, I do for two,
And then your hard life shines. And when I give you grief, I know
That all the bitter pain
Between a mom and growing child
Is simply like the rain That alternates with sunny days,
Passion without end,
While underneath is more of life
Than we can comprehend. And then I know, perhaps, why I
Like you might be so moved
To give my life to someone else,
And know that I have loved.
By: I do not know.
Posted: Poetry
