

Each DayLive each day as if it were your last.Each Day
Isnt that what they always say? But what if it wasnt *your* last day. What if it was someone elses? Would you still treat that day with the same spontinuity? Live, laugh, and love like there would be no tomorrow?
Or would you handle it differently?
Each day, we wake up. We take for granted the roof over our heads, the cup of coffee awaiting us on the counter, the smile of our loved ones as we greet them. But somewhere in the world, be it next door or thousands of miles away, there is someone waking up, grabbing their cup of coffee and then realizin


The LossShe watched the light leave her own eyes But she cant remember why it did Or when it really leftThe Loss
She watched her heart wax cold And she learned that trust was best placed in herself And herself alone
She listened to her words lose emotion Though she wasnt sure why she stopped feeling But it felt right
She felt herself grow distant from the world But she still wishes she could go back Though shes afraid
Shes heard them talk about her The woman made of stone The Ice Queen
Shes felt their fear


Twice ShyOnce bitten, twice shy She feels the difference But inside shes still too wounded To trust himTwice Shy
She feels safe in his arms But once she looks away she remembers Her trust should not be easily given
Shes just not innocent enough Shes just not sure of herself Shes just simply twice shy
Once wounded, too scared He makes her feel alive again But inside her hearts still too cold To let him in
She relaxes when hes around But once he leaves she is reminded Pain just comes too easily
She


Forgotten StoryTheres a story I once knew But Ive forgotten now Its become like time in an hourglass Sliding further away Like the time I once knew who I was...Forgotten Story
I was a loner I was a child I knew I wasnt good enough For him, or her, or them I was a drifter I was a dreamer I knew I was never gonna be important Like Martin, Cher, or Armstrong
But you


Her Friend's SmileHer head held high, A smile on her face, She steps out of the car Knowing what she must face. Friends not knowing What just took place. Her world in shambles, Her life taken away, Family she can not trust, Friends almost gone and lost. But once her foot steps outside Her feelings she must hide. The happy face for her friends, A face she has grown to despise, They know something is wrong, They can see it in her eyes. No one says anything, All act as if everything is fine. Loosing her mind, She can't get a grip. Ready to giveHer Friend's Smile


Away With A CrashDazed and unsure, Fear she cannot cure. Shaking she gets out, Just about to pout. Doesnt know what to do, Was just passing through. Not far from home, But so lost and alone. Tears in her eye, Unwilling to cry. Not strong enough, She thought she was tough. Tears begin to stream, Down her face in teams. The first set was the stress, The rest was the fear to confess. Not knowing what her father would say, She called her mother in dismay. After calming herself down, So she wouldnt look like a clown. All the informatiAway With A Crash


Love Not TangibleWe have both felt like this before, this agonizing, defeating longing. The tension that rises to burn: blazing bold.Love Not Tangible
A need to reach out and feel the breath between us. Feeling his eyes penetrate my deepest layers of being. Feeling my eyes, screaming, passionate tears behind my gaze.
No rule of measure can precisely gage these raw emotions. Inches, meters can not tell this tale. Within each other’s spectrum but never tangible. Always denied by an obscene obstruction holding two apart.


Progression of LonelinessThe wind blows gently through the trees as silent foot steps are ushered forward. A state of loneliness wailsProgression of Loneliness
and worries are lost in dreams of yesterday.
Confusion becomes all that is real. Vague firing of thought moves sporadically through the night; loneliness crawls eagerly forward. Grasping to a blanket of darkness, the memory of feeling escapes.
Suddenly, midnight passes through. An extended hand is accepted and fear is washed away. The uncertainty of a night spent in the shadow of loneliness is long forgotten as fear returns to its black sheath and t