memories and friends
thats whats left of me
i have no defense
im all that you see
theres nothing left
of this young man
i'm lost in this world
without a plan
so i climb up high
to be near the sky
i step to the edge
with arms held high
wish you were here
to watch me fly
i take the leap
my pain and anger
i shall keep
im falling fast
watching my life pass
its too late
to change my mind
goodbye to my friends
i left behind
an original and published poem
by
william wayne watts
a.k.a wicked wayz
"Death 5" from Cities of the Silent
to look into his eyes
to see his love
to feel his strength
that strength that will carry us
thru the most difficult of times
to see what we will have made
for generations to come from the love we share
to know that when i close my eyes i see his face
to now know he owns my soul
he not only has this heart
wanting to love needing to be loved
he has ME
no questions he has me FOREVER
an original poem
by
Leslie Dumont
aka UltraJoy
"Grave 1" from Cities of the Silent
Lost in thought of what's going on Trying to understand why people do what they do Deciding what values are right or wrong Isn't it hard growing up? Half man, half boy Spirits torn Too many decisions to cope with Some people play with you like a toy Isn't it hard growing up? Oh, isn't it hard just trying to grow up? -Mike Dyer (from "The Best Years of our Lives" by the DRHS Drama Club)
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