Make it Write Poetry & Prose December 1998 "I don't know why..." by Lyndsey K., 14 mitch@worldpath.net "I don't know why..."------------ You ask me if I love you, The answer is yes. The answer is yes, I try my best to show you how much the answer is yes. It's hard to say yes, Sometimes it's hard to love someone, Sometimes it's hard to love you. I love you so much, Yet I can't touch you, You mean so much - but you don't understand You are my world, But I am not your sun. You don't know how bad I hurt inside, You'll never know the way I feel, I barely know how to deal. Sometimes I wanna just slit my wrists, Sometimes I just want to die. I know you're my inspirational guy, I know you're "The One" But sometimes, I just wish I had a gun. I love you so much, yet sometimes I wanna die. And I truly don't know why...   untitled by Terri Wetterberg, 16 wild@wi.net Find a hole give a scold Take away from the pain of the game Step out of the light into the night in your own world of illusion and confusion That might be where you want to be but that's not what you'll see You took a turn it gave your life a jerk Now you fallen down fallen down into reality not such a simple minded catastrophe I want nature to... by Terri Wetterberg, 16 wild@wi.net I want nature to... I want the grass to be green with envy because of what we have I want the water to flow with our love I want the mountains to show us off to everyone I want the wind to carry our special words I want the clouds to be our pillows for those long nights I want the world to hold us in its palm I want the stars to give us our wish I want the sun to shine light on our downs I want the moon to represent our romance I want the heavens to be the place where we live Juggling by Alex Hunt, 14 irrulume@hotmail.com One thrown and one caught, Juggling. One thrown,but where is the next? Dropped, I can't juggle, Juggling. Anchor by Alex Hunt, 14 irrulume@hotmail.com I'm in love with a hindrance, A beautiful and intricate, Obstacle in my life. I'm too in love with it, To let it go, As then I'd have no anchor, To stop me from moving on. Night In June by Leigh Krampe rhiannonfm@yahoo.com the little smiling white sliver of a moon hovers uncertainly hesitating but still smiling (over-confident) while the wind lashes at my face and hair the music is loud and this ice cream is good let's just keep driving and never come back. UNTITLED a smile like soft vanilla creamy & decadent I relish it REALITY I live in a world That is not mine I am a Visitor An intruder In my own Life I am not me I am someone Else someone a Stranger To even my own Mind Everything seems Unreal, so FAKE I am scared Terrified of what I've Made of Myself You can only Live on Posters, music, THE NET, little green men, rings & jewelry, and chiffon tambourines DREAMS for so long Until it all Unravels at the seams and you're left with nothing nothing NOTHING but a broken heart and an insane mind and those scarred BLOODY dreams from self-inflicted lovingly gashed razor blade wrists when you thought that the very same dreams could SAVE YOU.

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