My journal

no comments please
This a trip into a mind that is on the verge of dying
being free spirited is great not a care in the world
but to fly free like a bird
when darkness is up a head a spirit of the light in darkness,

darkness can do triable thing to a soul of the light
once you enters the darkness there is not going back
but you have fight to keep your self in tack
a fight that is long and hard and every thing is
against you but you have keep fighting your way though
back to the light before it too late before it consumes your soul
once it as enter you mind and body you're ugly
serened by your peers in there prefect little world of pretty colors

as you fight the darkness trying to hold it at bay but it keeps pushing.
as you turn in your bed fighting the demands in your dream
trying steal your soul and light away for they
lost there along the way in that same darkness you fight.

KammyBear wrote:

no comments please
This a trip into a mind that is on the verge of dying
being free spirited is great not a care in the world
but to fly free like a bird
when darkness is up a head a spirit of the light in darkness,
darkness can do triable thing to a soul of the light
once you enters the darkness there is not going back
but you have fight to keep your self in tack
a fight that is long and hard and every thing is
against you but you have keep fighting your way though
back to the light before it too late before it consumes your soul
once it as enter you mind and body you're ugly
serened by your peers in there prefect little world of pretty colors
as you fight the darkness trying to hold it at bay but it keeps pushing.
as you turn in your bed fighting the demands in your dream
trying steal your soul and light away for they
lost there along the way in that same darkness you fight.

I THOUGHT BACKAZ WAS DEAD..... SO WHY NO SPELL CHECKING KAMMYBEAR????

i said no comments please

then what's the point of this if we can't post comments?

Anyway I'm feeling very pissed today cause I've had an headache from the beginning of the week that wont go away so screw this topic and everything else *hiss teeth*....................... arg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok fine leave your comment
and sex is a cure all go get some pills dont work

Oh the stress we needlessly beer
Our source of stress
In every day life school work every family time
Oh the physical stress on our poor bodies
The headache the tension pains
Oh my when it takes a toll and our mental health
To the point of walking around talking to our self’s
Try and try we try to cope with this thing
We have come to know and love
If we didn’t love it why oh do we beer it so

We cope by our silly defense mechanisms
We lie to our self
We hide rather then deal with the problem at hand
We do all sort of thing in order to cope with this little
Emotions in our minds called stress when all we really
Need to is just chillax and the universe
And good lord will do the rest
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Spoiler:

Thank you i'll update it weekly
please let me know what you think about my poems

Loving this man just the thought of him
gives me goose bumps on my skin
this man that god design for me
his strength
his touch

his smile that makes me so weak in the knees
oh the sun rises and set around him
in time we grow closer and closer till our souls
become one

our bodies entwined together
swear drop from his face as we
engage in this passionate dance.
loving this beautiful man of mine
kiss to my love you have my heart i have
yours heart the joys and pains as we grow
in love in and out of time.

I like that one

thanks blacknite for even honoring me by even reading my work and i feel good that you even left a comment to saying you like it. thank you

woo i saw him from a far
he looks like an angel
and a potential lover

woo i can tell he's a lover
by the way he look at me
as he walk toward me
my heart races to know
he may be my soul mate

he walks tall
he face as light like no
other man I've ever seen
where did he come from
he just walk in to my life
and charge all my dreams
and now all i can see is just
this one man

from heaven he came just for me
is like he was hand pick for me
to find a man who was a potential lover
a potential lover he is no more
but my man and my joy
oh i wish others could be as lucky as me

Wait - is backaz now kammy bear?



That would explain the ....exemplary grammer

what ever grim