Skies of the deepest blue.
Gleaming stars shine through.
Whispers linger in the twilight.
Reality vanishes out of sight.
Fancy-free reveries come with nightfall.
Daytime burdens fade for all.
Sunrise lightens the colors of blue.
The sky shows every shade of every hue.
Fantasies end with the dawn of the sun.
Another troublesome day has just begun.
Wednesday, February 21, 2001
Tuesday, February 20, 2001
My Little Secret
Secretly, I’m intrigued by you.
I’m burning with curiosity.
I scrutinize your every move.
I crave you.
I long to indulge myself in you.
I need to unlock the mystery.
Alone.
Secretly, I want to be with you.
I’m eager to hold you, kiss you, adore you.
I’m itching to feel your touch.
I hope to trust you.
I want to show myself to you.
I anticipate sharing my dreams with you.
Alone still.
I’m burning with curiosity.
I scrutinize your every move.
I crave you.
I long to indulge myself in you.
I need to unlock the mystery.
Alone.
Secretly, I want to be with you.
I’m eager to hold you, kiss you, adore you.
I’m itching to feel your touch.
I hope to trust you.
I want to show myself to you.
I anticipate sharing my dreams with you.
Alone still.
Thursday, February 8, 2001
Shades of Blue
Somber eyes.
Sinking souls.
Malicious lies.
Faint complexions.
Dark words.
Feelings of disconsolation.
Shattered cores.
Secluded thoughts.
Hidden doors.
Desolate sensations.
Doubting individuality.
Yearning for admiration.
Wednesday, February 7, 2001
Tuesday, February 6, 2001
Lexi Bailey
Another day, another black eye.
This time the bruise is too intense to hide.
He comes into my room late at night.
We both know his actions are not right.
He covers my mouth and pins me down.
I cry out for help, but no one is around.
My blood runs cold as he defiles my body.
This continual torture fills me with
…lowliness…rage…agony.
Daddy, why must you do this to me?
I have never done anything to deserve such humility.
How am I supposed to face everyone at school?
What do I say when they question my face being black and blue?
I’ll just tell another wild story to cure their concern.
This secret will live…isolated inside me…and I’ll let it burn.
This time the bruise is too intense to hide.
He comes into my room late at night.
We both know his actions are not right.
He covers my mouth and pins me down.
I cry out for help, but no one is around.
My blood runs cold as he defiles my body.
This continual torture fills me with
…lowliness…rage…agony.
Daddy, why must you do this to me?
I have never done anything to deserve such humility.
How am I supposed to face everyone at school?
What do I say when they question my face being black and blue?
I’ll just tell another wild story to cure their concern.
This secret will live…isolated inside me…and I’ll let it burn.
Thursday, February 1, 2001
Tyler Rayze
It’s hard being the new guy.
So quiet, yet so much to say.
Hiding behind this demure mask.
All strangers to me in this renovated existence.
Refusing to look beyond the surface,
into my calloused soul.
Underestimating my intelligence.
Ignoring my unique talents.
Overlooking my kind heart.
Disregarding my friendship,
I want to be me.
Please get to know me…please.
So quiet, yet so much to say.
Hiding behind this demure mask.
All strangers to me in this renovated existence.
Refusing to look beyond the surface,
into my calloused soul.
Underestimating my intelligence.
Ignoring my unique talents.
Overlooking my kind heart.
Disregarding my friendship,
I want to be me.
Please get to know me…please.
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