Gone I never thought we would part I didn't think the day would come It feels like a nightmare And I can't stop crying I see the spot where you lay And I feel empty inside Nothing will ever be the same Because my friend has gone....

In A Fit Of Rage In a fit of rage, unbecoming me I almost lost it all Nearly revealing untidy truths Things, which when hidden, befit us all Alone in my torture Wanting to tell everyone Braying into emptied mineshafts Shouting across forgotten divides Afraid to tell a soul Bittered because I can't get your attention I trembled with the fitful, tireless energy of youth I grew to know my surroundings more comfortably And hated them all the because of it I needed to release my guilt more then i needed to take my next breath

Hope "hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops-at all- Emily dickinson

Love Love is not a thing to understand Love is not a thing to feel Love is not a thing to give and receive Love is a thing only to become And eternally be.