Her stomach churns in painful knots,
While still holding on to her chest.
Deciding she must tell somebody something,
With her last dying breath.

From my latest poem, "An Angel's Calling"..

Do we americans love america or are we just here for glory why all this pain why all the fighting and kill well the answer is no we don't appreciate what we got.

Can you hear me when I talk to you?
Do the words I say ever make it through?
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
Cause I'd give anything
If I just knew..
((A.G))

My art is my death and i'm about to create a masterpiece.

I know you're in a better place,
But I wish that I could see your face
I know you are where you need to be
Even though it's not here with me.
-M.C

It's not about having a bad day,
It's about having a bad life.
Today was just the day I chose to end it.

-Bianca

Your love?

It was like a heavy traffic!

know why?

I CANT MOVE ON!

Yesterday still plays on my mind
Yesterday is a lost cause you'll find

Tonight the tears falll
Tonight we shall end it alll

Tomorrow will never come
Tomorrow will be over for some

Is it true that Death is waiting for us to die? or is it just us waiting for him to come? to come and takes us away from this hell on earth, take us away from this misery.

Its always good to feel scared, to feel afraid to die, that means you still have something to lose, and that kept you alive.