Picture a birthday without presents,
or a playground without a child.
But the saddest picture there is to see,
is a woman’s face without a smile.

The face of a woman was made to smile,
and thereby she is blessed.
Above the creatures of field and stream,
the birds and all the rest.

A woman is just a little lower,
than the angels in the sky.
The reason is in her smile,
it’s there her beauty lies.

- Bart Adams

Shes been teased, made fun of, and called every name,
she’s old enough to know, its never a game.
She fell in love with a man four years her age,
she feel so deeply, so pathetically, and he made her pay.

He took her heart and broke it,
he took her soul and shattered it,
he took her smile and bent it,
He took her laugh and made it vanish.

She no longer smiles, no longer laughs,
just sits in the corner, thinking about the past,
to when she could just sing and dance,
when she had a full heart, and a soul to match.

But now all she can do is cry and cut,
watch as her blood drops to the floor,
See her vision start to fade,
As she whispers his name.

Laying upon the floor, knife from her hand, now
lay by the door,
she lays there, for a second or more,
and remembers life when he was there,
before he left her, for another.

“Honey, I’m home!” he’d call,
and she’d run to him, laughing so hard,
“Baby, I missed you!” she’d kiss him,
and he’d return her kiss and he hugged her,
so tight, so close, always closer
than before.

Now her eyes are bright,
bright with memories,
seeing herself fight with her parents,
seeing herself fight with her lover,
seeing herself doing things she shouldn’t have,
oh she has so much to regret,
and no way to make it up.

Suddenly, her eyes go dull,
as her body begins to go cold,
her eyes are now, slowly starting to close,
as her blood runs on the floor.

On her gravestone, it read:
Here lays Elizabeth, with heart of gold,
she loved everyone, man and animal.
But to one man, her heart she gave,
and he hurt her so badly, shes in the grave.
Let the angel who lies here, rest in peace,
Because no one deserves it more than she,
the dear.

- Misty-Day Elizabeth

- Mucks Princess

- Vigen Cerenas

Im thinking about you every moment,
Each and every day
Yet, still you remain… my love,
so very far away.

I dream of the things
We are yet to share
I dream of our embraces,
And our expressions of care.

I hope and pray my love
Somehow, I will touch your heart
So you will choose my dear
Friends, while lovers, not apart

I yearn for you my darling
To hold you in my arms,
To feel the heave of your chest,
To know your passionate charms

This heart aches, my little Angel
When I envision the softness of your face,
Warmth of your lips, as we share a kiss,
These are just some of the things I chase

I offer you the choice my love
The choice… Should you dare.
Of a life filled with devotion,
With hope, love and care

I ask you now, to make a choice
For I know which I would take
Friends, lovers or other
The choice that counts, is the one you make.
To be, or not… together.

- John

- Jackie Hergh

- Micki D

I can still remember the days
I’ve been hurt so many times
A hopeless world of broken promises
So much suffering and the hurt still remains
Knowing I like you and I’ve taken the risk
So confused and I don’t know how to deal with it
For I know you feel the same, you’ve been hurt too

Why trust and love seem fading in our world?
Does good deed now seek an audience?
Like charity waits for its final recognition
Need some time for awhile before it heals
Even though the scars will remind me of you
I’ve gambled everything, my hope
My life in the palm of your powerful words

You’ve given me wings and took me high
Like an angel lifting a human soul to heaven
Afraid, yes I am but trusted you with all my heart
Suddenly in our journey you let go for no reason
Letting me fall in bottomless pit of unknown abyss
If only you took me where you are
I am sure I could love you with all my heart

Now I am crawling in the valley of death
Without no one to hold neither to cry on
All I got is my dying dreams and a token of hope
I drink with my tears to just quench my thirst
Oh, shameless agony of a begging heart
Take me to the light, so I may find my way
Let the sky dim for it’s burning me, so I may rest
And may the rain pour from careless heaven
So I may wash away the dust of my shivering soul
And hide away my worthless tears of my misery

Someday, somehow things will fall into its places
I bear that in mind for you are being treasured
Where the maker would take me to my final destiny
I would proudly say, I’ve loved and saved one soul, just one
A life who dares to make a difference in my journey
In a world built for those who understand
The worth of a meaningful living
No matter how unbelievable or crazy I am to those
Who ever understand the fulfillment and joy it brings
For I will still love and to trust someone
Whatever that might be and even it will take away
The last breath of my dying lost soul

- Herofil Olarte