My Aybss by Nina Ward

The knife goes in deep,
But the blood oozes out slowly.
Though there is love and comfort,
My wounds of loss will never heal.

I see no light on the path ahead of me,
Just an eternal night.
I can't let go of my memories,
'Cause they stick vividly in my mind.

So when I give up,
Living in pain and grief.
I will fall into my abyss,
And die.

If I Was To Say No! by Hector Cuatepotzo

Would you ask me why?
Or would you ignore me
And admit that I was right?

Then why would you come into my world
And tear it apart?
Don't you care or feel at least a little bad?

You know I like you,
Yet you play with me!
Why don't you ignore me and let me be?

Now you must suffer and watch me cry!
I'm not a little kid, but I cry for you!
Like a kid that wants his piece of pie!

You yell, ask, and demand, from me!
And all I do is get on my knees!
They call me mandilon!

But baby! For you I'll be more than just a toy!

But ........ this will never happen.....

Poems by Carissa Merritt

Try So Hard

I try so hard to make this work
But I am the one who always gets hurt.
So if you love her more than me
Please just leave.
If by chance this love was meant to be
Then fate will bring you back to me.

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Never Forget

You see I had someone before we met
But I want you to know it's you I will never forget.

Where Was God? by Bill Randle

Where was God on that day when the storm-troopers came
When they rampaged and goose-stepped all through the town?
Did He turn a blind eye when they spat on his name,
When they cheered as they burned all the synagogues down?

When the twisted black cross on the banners unfurled
Black symbol of evil, cruel emblem of hate,
Did God hear the message it sent to the world,
That freedom was crushed by the power of the State?

Where was God on that night when they they smashed all the glass
In the shops where his star had been splattered with shame?
Did he stand on one side for the brown-shirts to pass
On their way to destroy all those books in the flame?

Where was God when they knocked on the door in the night,
With their black leather shrouds and their arrogant sneer?
Did he bury his head? Did he hide from their sight,
When whole families taken would just disappear?

In the ghettos they starved and they froze and they died.
Did God see the soldiers beating them there?
Did He comfort the sick and the children who cried?
Did He reach out to them in their blackest despair?

When the cattle trucks clattered their way to the camps
With their cargo of humans crammed in like sheep
When all hope of freedom died there on those ramps
As they clambered aboard then, was God fast asleep?

They were beaten and cursed and abused to their deaths
By the guards with their "orders" and duty to do.
As they stifled their pain, as they drew their last breaths
Did God see it all? Did he suffer there, too?

Where was God ,oh where, in those dreadful dark hours
When they lined them all up and they stripped them all bare?
When the cyanide fell from those satanic showers
As they writhed and they choked was God with them there.

Just above in the flowers a small orchestra played
To muffle the screams from the chamber below.
Did God hear them scream as the dark chimneys sprayed
Their clouds of white ashes which settled like snow?

Did God weigh the gold from the teeth put in store
Or count all the spectacles,coats, hats and shoes
While the flames in the ovens continued to roar
As the "final solution" got rid of those Jews?

Where was God in that genocide’s evil design?
Where was God as they cried out in pain and despair?
Where was He? Why didn’t he show them a sign,
As the state snuffed them out - O God,did you care?

Where was God as the holocaust took them to die?
Six million and more asked again and again.
God was there all along and he waited close by
But mankind, who he loved,had abandoned him then.

Copyright © January 1999 W.F.Randle

Why Me? by Hector Cuatepotzo

You tell me you miss me, and you don't call.
You tell me you like me , and you don't really care.
When I talk to you, I stutter, and I mumble
And I wonder; Why ME?

You had a man and you left him, you found me!
And told me, "I like you!" but ...
But, but is where you left me; didn't answer
And, didn't wonder, if you hurt me!

Now, you come into my life and
You tell me you miss me, and you don't call;
You tell me you like me , and you don't really care;
When I talk to you, I stutter and I mumble
And I wonder; Why ME?

I'm confused! And you know that!
Now I wonder if you're playing a game!
I know you don't miss me, and I know you won't call
I know you don't like me, and I know you don't care!
So why do you call me, and make me wonder,
if this is all a game?

You tell me you miss me and you don't call
You tell me you like me and you don't really care.
When I talk to you I stutter and I mumble,
And I wonder, Why ME?


Copyright © 2004 hector cuatepotzo, logistic styles

Ultradia (A Sestina) by Milly

You stare hard but the sky is always cold.
Follow the road. It might be dark, always dark.
Follow it, follow it so far past the stars
That you cannot see home. You are unstable.
God has forsaken you and nobody loves you.
God no longer helps you. Leave the windowsill.

Your wrists are still bleeding, staining that windowsill.
Too bad you didn't jump, now you're feeling cold.
Crimson vision. Won't they see this waterfall? See you?
Trickles past the window but all is dark.
Everyone is gone. Loving and living under the stars.
No one can hear you cry. Dizzy. Unstable.

Rocking and shaking, your own foundations unstable.
Time does not pass. Glass broken on that windowsill.
Tiny shards stuck in shreds of flesh like stars.
Biting wind tonight. You won't miss the cold.
You cannot cope. You are weak. You crave dark.
Coping is for the weak and darkness craves you.

Do you have any regrets? Well do you?
Answer me now or I’ll leave you unstable.
I’ll leave you facing this alone in the dark.
Fearing the other side, sitting alone on this windowsill.
You bared your soul, all that’s left is cold.
Empty and hollow now. No one watching but stars.

Their judgement seeks you, defines you; those watching stars.
The final witnesses. Whatever you wanted they denied you.
Wishing never worked, all they are is cold.
How naive, believing in wishes. Easy wishes are unstable.
Begging the skies for help from every windowsill.
Believing those lies once saved you from the dark.

You seek sweet oblivion in that all encompassing dark.
The end is coming now, heading for the stars.
Feeling weightless now, still sitting on that windowsill.
This feeling takes you, this feeling engulfs you.
It's a fractured mind you inhabit, ultradian, unstable.
You can't take this anymore. Everything is cold.

They are cold and so dark,
Those watching stars make you unstable.
They watch you from your windowsill.

Once Upon a Time by Bee

Once upon a time,
When love existed between two
You know I loved you.

As I watched the clouds in the sky,
Thinking of you as the day drifted by,
I could have taken your hand
and pretended I could fly.

Like there was no tomorrow,
She held you,
Drawn together,
Laughing forever
At those pictures of our faces;
Could make a monkey laugh at the zoo!

Keeping the heart warm,
Her search for love is complete:
Her heart has been fulfilled.

While,
He was sleeping
She was dreaming
That the feeling,
Would last forever;

And a day.