The page of writing and whatnot.

Well, this is where I get to voice some thoughts and show some of the things that have been written to me. I think it's important to see what people have written to me and in some sense of it, about me, to understand who I am and why I think the way that I do. I'll make sure that when it's not me, it's identified. When it's mine, it's dated. That's a good concept to differentiate if it's me or not.

 

By Jessica Weber

To feel like an angel in your presence

Your eyes tell me all the wonderful things

All the wonderful things about me

Without you even saying a single word

My world would be the darkest place without you

You make my word brighter than it's ever been

Now I feel free to do all that I've ever wanted

I can be everything I've wanted to be

I breathe free around you with no worry

No fear of being judged for being me

You are an angel sent to watch over me

To protect me so I can live fearless

As I have never before been able to do

The only fear in my heart now

Is the fear of never being with you

The fear of never feeling your love close to me

I have a deep hurt if I ever hurt you

All the love in the world cannot compare to your love

To the love you have shown me in such a short time

You don't have to say you love me

For your embrace tells me that and so much more

If I ever hurt you I would die

For you are my angel with all the love you hold for me.

The Rain

June 13, 1989

remembering you, silently and still

you gave my heart such a chill

standing there, holding you deep in my heart

i never really wanted us to part

oh, i thought my love could withstand the pain

but it broke down in the gentle rain

a heart full of useless emotion and thought

i didn't even intend to be caught

being alone with you was a special time

I wondered if you could ever be mine

i felt that i could never die

but that you disproved as you turned cold as stone

and left me standing out all alone

the rain was cold as i stood and cried

at that moment i wished i'd of died

Mine

Jennifer Pollard

You say I don't care,

But how do I prove I do?

There have always been obstacles,

But we can always come through.

We need to understand that our

love is one of a kind.

But I want to make sure,

Don't leave me behind.

Don't go with out me, because

I will follow behind.

Because one day I'll prove to you,

That you are only mine.

 

Untitled

December 23, 1992

My Heart lives in psuedo reality,

Where we are all happy and in love with each other.

Pain becomes the stuff nightmares are made of,

and two people can be together because that's the way they feel.

No worries. No frustrations,

Just the sheer happiness of being with someone you care for.

But my mind is into realism,

Where being in love isn't so easy.

A Storm

Feb. 12, 1992

As we look into each others eyes,

I feel yours pierce like stars on a cold night..

Once we held hands like life was at stake,

Your hands were like snow in december, so pure and whole.

In the cold we stood in a lifeless embrace,

Drawing each other in painfully tight.

I wished in that moment time wouldn't change.

But a winter chill emptied it from my soul.

As the bond that held us cracked,

My spirit fell to the ground and stumbled to rise.

But it lacked it's vital support,

And fell again minus the special part.

Yet as feelings shake free from thier stems,

They are caught by the owner, a hermit still wise.

Thier pangs are quelled as not to disturb

The tempest tossed waters of your heart.

 

So. Here's the last one I'm going to throw up today. It has no date. It has no time frame. All throughout most of high school this is how I felt. Most people have trouble realising that I could feel this, except a rare few, but the issue remained, I was the outcast that people laughed at and pointed it. While I had friends, and people talked to me, most of the time it seemed that people just didn't want to deal with me unless it was an unavoidable occurance. Well, here it goes.

Half-Human

I know I'm only a half-human shell.

It's probably just as well.

I don't deserve to be here at all.

For my finances have taken a fall.

Like I'm just some kind of accident,

To me they seem all warped and bent.

Your oh-so-precious time indeed.

Don't worry, I'll be quiet when I bleed.

Could you please care for me?

I know your answer already.

Righteously go to your room.

We're dead.

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