poems

locked away

noreply@fubar.com (mike forbiden city gaurdian) — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 18:12:17 -0700

Locked away from society living in a cell twenty two hours a day, it's every mans hell. Expected to be stroung and not to shed a tear woundering if LOVE will survive id but my only fear. My mind keeps on struggling to keep it's self sane but this is hard to do while dealing with miserys pain. So i remove myself from the present and not dwell upon the past, but pray for the future and hope it will come fast. Untill it does arrive and i can once again be free. I'll be just anouther number but wanting to be me......

what is this feeling

noreply@fubar.com (mike forbiden city gaurdian) — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 18:01:14 -0700

When your not around i fall to pieces, When your not here my mind is lost and it's neaver found untill i hear you voice say my name, When were apart my heart feels like it's gonna fall apart, What is this feeling that has come over me, What is happening to me, I can feel these changes takeing place in me, What is this feeling that am feeling inside of me.......

to dreram

noreply@fubar.com (mike forbiden city gaurdian) — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 19:13:11 -0700

Make a wish, find a dream, choose a shooting star. Let your hopes and spirits soar high and free and far. Reach for the unreachable, stretch to touch the sky. Know that no dream you treasure is too far or vey high. Belive in the impossible, then work and try and do. For only those who DARE TO DREAM can make a dream come true.....

happyness

noreply@fubar.com (mike forbiden city gaurdian) — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 18:47:46 -0700

Happy is he who finds his love, Soaring like a bird above into his heart opened wide, and walking by him side by side. Love is cold if not true! A winter's storm through and through, Love is treasured as fine as gold, and groes more strong by growing old. Lovelights the face in its fairest hour. Shinning bright like a golden flower, Love it's kisses that linger long, bind to the heart when growing strong. When love it's light blossoms over, the man who finds it like a four leaf clover. How lucky is he his pot of gold. WALKING TOGETHER AND GROWING OLD...

Love

noreply@fubar.com (mike forbiden city gaurdian) — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 18:33:09 -0700

If you love someone, you will be loyal to them no matter the cost. You will always belive in them, always expect the best of them, and always stand your ground defending them. For love is patient and kind, neaver jealous or envious, never bostful or proud, neaver haughty or selfish or rude. Love is the most special gift you can give to someone for LOVE goes on FOREVER!!!!