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This one was wrote by a good friend of mine,
Chris Ford

No one seems to care
These feelings I can no longer bare
Nobody listens, nobody cares
to see my point of view, to see the brutal planet as I have to see, day after day after day.
Even my parents no longer care how I feel even though no one cares, I wont give up, not until everyone hears my words, and at least recognizes that I am a human being with reasons, with ideas, with FEELINGS!!! I no longer care what anyone says, or what anyone says, if they wish to put me down, FINE. I will just hump up in the corner and take all their words and turn it into anger that will BOTTLE up in my body until my death because I NO longer matter to the people around me. Ive been abandoned by everyone, except the Lord. Even those that I call my best friends have turned their heads from me. They all wish to just play with me, I dont think that I have a HASBRO logo tattoo on my forehead!!! They take what shredded feelings I have for them and they further destroy my feelings leaving me with nothing, not even my PRIDE! I take my anger out on the shallow walls of my home. The aching of my hands from the anger I release on the walls does not even compare to the aching of my mind and my heart, for I am nothing to you all. You no longer care for me and no longer wish to hear my words, which is probably for the better, considering they are far too important for people without a clue to hear, only those who care deserve to hear my words. So yet again, you all, the Machine, have found a way to destroy my hopes by holding me back from my dreams, my hopes, my Ambitions just because I use a computers instead of a tool, or a scalpel, or a pen. What is the difference? I work hard at what I do, and Ill be cold in my GRAVE before anyone tells me that my work is pointless and is less important or not even equally important than someone using a tool, a scalpel, or a pen! Im sick and tired of being pushed aside and silenced because I DO NOT HAVE MY NATURAL BORN RIGHT OF FREEDOM OF SPEECH!!! My words are too good for you and so is my heart. Does this mean that my purpose in life is of no use! WRONG ---- Your minds are warped in such a way that it filters out words and only allows you to hear what you want to hear. Life is full of unexpectedness and let downs, my words are just a great example of it all! So what, you can close your minds to me, you can close me in a box, but I will continue to talk, I will continue to wale, and I will continue to SCREAM in hopes of finally being heard and acknowledged AMONG THE SO CALLED LIVING!!!

Peace.
(only in mind)