*By Bridget*
"Our lives are made...

With eyes like beacons,
Shining in a tower...

Mushy gushy love poems,
Yucky blucky junk...

Listening to the music,
Symphony of triumph...

It’s my last night,
I should tell you...

Silver dagger
Carving skin...

She went on vacation
To a white sandy beach...

You could offer me a joint,
Crystal meth, crack, or weed...

Sitting in English class,
Told to write a poem...

Whispering Trees
The trees speak to me...

Light meets dark
As the seasons depart...

When my eyes are open, and when they are closed,
That is when I remember you...