I look at you, you look at me
as we hold hands right by the sea...

This was a collaboration poem with the poetry club...
Beyond a poets mind...

I'm not who you're talking to,
because I'm not there...

There's something there so strange inside.
It makes me want to run and hide...

He takes the knife and she takes the gun
They write their notes and then they both run...

Another poem James and I did.
His profile...

I think I do I think allot
I think of the boy that I need...

The slick roads and lightning bolts made you crash...
I never thought the day would come when you...

My mind takes place in another dimension
with voices at a table holding a convention...

As a friend and teacher, you've been there,
to show you love me, to show you care...

I'm being beaten and bruised on the inside
and there is no place to hide...

Beat
Beat...