This page is dedicated to those whose emotions run so high and wild that they cannot express other than by putting it down on paper.

The works below are mine as well as others, permission to be seen by others given of course.

The works are true, unbridled emotions released on paper when nothing else seems possible.

BELIEVE

It's hard to believe
That somebody tricked you
Tried to deceive you
Before they could leave you

And it's hard to believe
That somebody kicked you
Came up behind you
And hit you and bit you

And it's hard to believe
That someone caressed you
Told you they loved you
Before they possessed you

And it's hard to believe
That somebody kissed you
Told you they missed you
Before they dismissed you

And it's hard to believe
That somebody killed you
Ripped you apart and then
Tried to refill you

And it's hard to believe
That we're still alive
After riding the ride
That's so hard to survive

And it's hard to believe
That somebody Loves you

~TWJ
07/13/99
(while waiting for the elevator)

"There is nothing that can keep my heart from drifitng down the lonely stream of love,
she is the light guiding me through life and without the light that she shines and the hope that she brings I grow weary and my world darkens,
If I don't have her love then I am nothing and will forever be stranded in the darkness of a broken heart."

"Rage is a darkness that falls over me and blinds me,
it gives birth to an evil so deep and hateful that it remains unknown to those around me,
I yearn for the coming of the light so that I may vanquish the evil that pulls at my soul drawing me closer to a path of darkness in which I will never return"

A torn heart and a lost soul guided by a light burning bright from within one who is easily loved,
her soft tones speak words of comfort and bring hope to a place where self worth is not found ~Dedicated to Trish

I feed from the shadows laid before me by the coming the night,
it's creative darkness filling my soul with passion and a deep sense of desire for a love lost to mine eyes shrouded by the blinding light only to be comforted by the soothing night.

Tears falling from a broken soul,
troubled feelings misplaced and not wanting to be found,
masked emotions but hints to what lies beneath,
fear for what is to be found but not a care as to what is there,
let it move in an ifinite circle for there is no other solution than the eternal sleep

Tears fall from the eyes of an angel caused by the bleeding of a shattered heart

Tears fall from the eyes of an angel caused by the bleeding of a shattered heart,
tired feelings race throughout a torn soul lost to the world taken by pain and void of emotions that grip so tightly with claws that blanket all with ice

So much pain to a young heart that should be free of all,
instead it is found looking through bright eyes that now only glimmer with an inner fire stoked by darkness that fills the soul and leads it from the light into the depths of black flames which devour all who tread near

Bind me to that which I hate and torture my soul so that I feel no more,
take from me that which holds no meaning and only scars,
I need only the comforting nature of emptiness where no pain can enter and emotions betray

Allow me to fall,
watch me slip away,
do not reach for what I've lost it can't be found,
leave me in the shadows forever to remain,
see who I am now and look away,
hold me close but break me,
leave me to die and save me from who I am,
I sing no longer to the beat of my heart,
let me fall.......

Lust shatters hearing words of failure,
lost from the eyes listening to my heart is what I feel,
no more does it fill that which numbs me,
foolish was I to be comforted by the whispers of the night,
no more will I stop to hear,
to see,
to feel,
no longer will I suffer.....

Take me from your world,
all that is felt is loss,
to never hold what I can't see,
to feel only with my heart and release it through the blood dripping from my soul,
how cold has it grown to be warmed with new hope that is extinguished by a false grip,
it all fades away,
it all loses it's luster,
it's hold on life,
push me away and turn forever from me......

Stir my blood within the cauldron you have built from the tears fallen from my cheeks you've chilled with your heart,
stained is the path I travel upon where no light dares and darkness recesses to the void brought forth by the blaze burning bright from within consuming my soul,
blinding me,
scorching me,
leaving me frayed and scarred unworthy and alone in this shattered world,
so very alone......

The fires are fed by her words of lust,
taken am I to the edge of heated desire,
how clear it rests within my mind,
her taste,
her touch,
how shes feels from the deepest point inside,
pain I suffer from being far,
seperation of our lips,
the tips of my being cannot reach,
cannot feel,
cannot please,
my sight must fade and use another sense to clutch her within the arms of passion......

Pictures, memories, things I've lost,
things I've loved,
things taken from me,
pressured life,
relaxing sleep,
does it end,
is there light,
do we fade away,
all that is lost we never had,
tears shed and never seen,
forever night.....

Above works done by Nate Vaughan

She Was His Angel

She dreamt at night of him
He held her in his arms
She was safe, and she was
His. She loved nobody else; he
Only loved her

He held her in his arms.
The curves of her body felt
Good under his hands.
He loved the smoothness of
Her skin. The gentleness of her kiss.

She rested her head against
His strong shoulder. He smelled
Of leather and autumn. She
Held tight to his body. She
Never wanted to let go.

He kisses her head softly.
He looked into her eyes as
She looked into his.He saw
Her love in those eyes. She
Smiled and he knew why.

They loved each other. And
Vowed to love no matter
What. She made everything
All right. She knew how to love.
She was his angel.

Innocent Child

The ivory white picture frame
stood on her desk. He slowly
reached down and took it from
its spot on the neatly kept
desk. A tear fell onto the glass.

She made everyone smile. Even the
coldest and darkest heart was warmed
by her presence. She didn't need
brains. Fashionable clothes. Or to fit into
a certain group. Her innocence was enough.

She didn't seem to be a part of this
world. Her raven black hair shone unreal
colors when the lights played on it. Her face
seemed of white porcelain. Her eyes were
deep pools of black on forest green. They
drank in everyone and every things around
her body. Her pink, baby soft lips smiled
with innocence and happiness. Her voice
sounded like bells ringing. Her laugh- an
angel's laugh.

Her body looked fragile. As if she would
crumble with the slightest breeze. But she
held back even the coldest and strongest of
winds. She seemed to float when she walked.
A ghost flying gracefully through the world.

When she was happy, the world was
brighter. As she cried, everything around
her grew somber and cried with her. She
cared for the littlest thing. And the world
saw it through her eyes. Simple and pure.

White was her favorite color. "It reminds
me of babies, children, and us. We're
untainted. No hate. Love and compassion
for the most hateful words and people.
Together we will change this world, " She said.

Sunlight followed her as if it was she
who created the energy. Its light haloed
her face. Flowers grew in her garden. She
spoke to them as if they were her children.
Roses and daffodils were her favorite.

Now on an ivory white stone is her
name. Birth. Death. An angel holds a
single rose and daffodil. No weeds grow
near the stone. The sun shines on it. Creating
a yellow halo. The angels finally befriended her.

The night was navy blue. The stars twinkled.
A breeze whispered through her raven hair. The
moon shone beams of white upon her head. A halo
brightened her porcelain skin. Her eyes twinkled with
the stars. Wisps of clouds floated by.

On the wall of stone, she sat silently. The ocean
softly playing a song at the shore's edge. She plucked
a lone rose and brought it to her lips. Her graceful
hand carefully placed it in her hair. A soft smile formed
on her child-like lips. She closed her eyes and sang.

He recalled that night. The last night he saw her.
They found her on her bed. Her raven hair haloed by
a wreath of white and red roses, and white and yellow daffodils. Her
face of a sleeping child. The white porcelain hid the
pools of the forest green and black. She was smiling softly.

He stared at the ivory white picture frame. The
moonlight shone unreal colors. Her eyes of black and
green laughed. Her smile of innocence, purity, and
love. He turned the frame over. Looking for her
message: "I am your Angel."

In the dark
I sit and wonder
In the dark
they come and haunt
In the dark
they play before me
they remind me
of days passed
of loves lost
of pain acquired
of tears shed
of smiles spread
of scars lingering
In the dark
I sit and cry
In the dark
tears streak and stain
In the dark
I am smothered
I am imprisoned
I am broken.
~Saturday, November 13, 1999
While sitting at work

Take Three
(Title still in the works..)

Broken glass and razor blades
Dull knives and blurry haze
Crimson on virgin white
Inching. Oozing. Puddling. Drowning.
Bathe me in that warm essence

Pink. Blue. White. Red. Green. Yellow. Orange.
Pick one. Take a few.
Codeine. Morphine.
Relax. Murmur. Sigh. Softly. Drift.
Envelop me in that black void

Braided. Scratch. Burn.
Loop it up and ring it 'round.
Stand still. Rigid. Solid.
Look up. Look down. Roll and swing.
Hold me in that tight embrace

Wind in hair. Whispered song.
Chill in bone. Rush right by.
Rosy cheeks. Stinging sweet.
Fall. Fly. Jolt. Snap.
Lay me down on that hard slab

Broken mind. Unspoken word.
Broken spirit. Unspoken Prayer.
Broken heart. Unspoken emotion.
Lost hope. Tears lost.
Lost Soul. Love lost.
Lost child. Forever lost.

Bury me deep. Bury me cold. Bury me gone...
~Written Novermber 13, 1999, Saturday, watching nothing.

Confusion seeps in
Guilt creeps in
A deep sinking feeling
Familiar, but undefinable
Abandonment felt
Lost. Empty.
Don't apologize
Don't make promises
Don't say, "I love you."
As I slip away

I did what you asked
You did what you had to
I question myself
I question what was said
I question what was felt.
Was it right?
Did I do it wrong?
What are you thinking?
Are you questioning?
How do you feel?

Pain
Heartbreak
Heartache
Left alone? No...
Do I still care? Yes...
Always, I will care.
Love? Yes...
How much? I don't know...
Confusion lingers
Guilt wonders...
~Written 2AM, Tuesday, November 30, 1999

Burning flesh
Hungry touches
Flashing eyes
Starving lips

Take me.
Consume me.
Scald me.
Engulf me.

Feel me tighten
Feel me reach out
Feel me sink deeper
Feel me clutch desperately

Hugry lust
Angry passion
Blazing desire
Exploding ecstasy
~Written in the early hours of November 30, 1999...a Tuesday

(The below poem is still in the works...unfinished it be...)
What does she see
when she watches them?What does she hear
when their laughter reaches her ears?
Can you see her cringe?
Can you see her hug her knees
to her chest?

What does she feel
when they watch her?
What does she hear
when they call her name?
Can you see her stand taller?
Can you see her brighten like
the sun rising?

Brush back the dark tresses
that hide her eyes
What do you see?
What is she feeling?
Touch her lips
Does she smile?
Does she quiver?
The beginnings of this poem: Tuesday, November 30,1999

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