hurricanes are named after people for a reasonwhile in memory of the dear p.s. ; it had the thought of everyone else too. dream well.~you thought tragediesonly happened in movies,and sometimes in books.you never thought there was a thinglike a soul-stealing crook -then it happened.and you didn't know what to do.you couldn't accept the factthat a sack of bones meantthis muchto you.and you loved it, called it your own.cradled it in your armsand made it your home.you knew rainbows couldn't shinewithout a little rain. but a little rainnow forged itself into a hurricane.and waves are crashingyour eyes sting with pain.you blame yourself everydayto satisfy a lonely fame.passion was dirt as dirt was dust - it broke your heart, and made it rust.eye of the hurricane was blue and pure;but when it leaves you like thisthere won't be a cure.
MockeryPortrays mere darkness within your heart.
A random revelationIf ever God makes up his mind to trash me in hell..?I'll dare.Without a question, worry or care,I'll walk down there.
Poetry Session-OutcastI can't believe it. I gave them a reason.I know I don't belong, Yet I'm with them for no reason.I'm hard to understand, they're easy to explain.But I speak the truth of them they call me insane.You say I'm problem when I am the victim.You are fucked up ones, my story is a sitcom.No, more like a drama because that's all you guys give me.My mind is shattered, yall beat then I'm battered.It's the injuries I receive that you guys never see.I hide my feelings from you guys, because yall seem to criticize,That I am always the different and you believe I have no life.I did at one point, but now I have died.You guys came in the picture and became parasites.I am your host, you guys cannot see.You fill me sadness, and it eats at me.I cannot take it, my heart, you all have breaked it.My love is what take, it will be yall I will forsake.She was the only one, who could show me love.Mom is right about Shania, a little angel fr
Macht der BuchstabenMacht der Gedanken? Gedankenmacht?Es heißt ein gesprochenes Wort hat die Macht die Welt zu verändern.Was du gesagt hast, kannst du nicht mehr zurückholen.Das gesprochene Wort hat eine Schwingung.Es ist frei, es schwingt, es verändert...Was ist mit der Schwingung des gedachten Wortes?Was ist mit der Schwingung des geschrieben Wortes?Des gelesenen Wortes?Des geträumten Wortes?Wo fängt es an, wo hört es auf?Wer hat die Macht?Das Wort?Der Sprecher?Wann muss ich beginnen mich zu fürchten?© Denise Barth, Nov. 2014
I'm always there...I'm always there when you fell, yet you say you were fine,I'm always there when you feel lonely, yet you say you just wanted itI'm always there when you got hurt, yet you decline my helpI'm always there when the world is against you, yet you never notice me...I'm always there, always, yet...you never say hi to me....I'm always there...why can't you see me, even if you're not trying?..I'm always there....always...
WhalesThere once was a whale named Whalson.He liked to swim.He swam a lot.Unfortunately he lost his pod.That's the last we ever heard form Whalord.