Michelle's blog: "Poems by Jeff Hardy"

When the time is yours... The time is gone. When it feels so right... It's on the way to wrong. When you love so much... Can you always be sure? That your love is a touch... That your love is a cure? When you feel as if you're hated... Will you make it through? This unpredictable life... These unappreciated dues. When you say what you feel... Will they look at you and laugh? When you know what you've learned... Will they stab you in the back? If you fall from where you're standing... Will they try to make the save? When you stand on what you're saying... Will they listen as the road you pave? When the time is yours... The future's waiting. The person you become... The people you're creating.

He said, "I'm sorry sir, it's just the law." The response was---- "Damn, I've been smoking in here all day!" Then he said, "Well, just goes somewhere else then I won't be able to see you (in a very nervous type of voice that explains why he said goes instead of go) ----The smoker then put out his cigarette and said, "Fuck it!" This security man was now somewhat shaken up because he did his job and then he felt bad when the peson smoking was so cruel. It was like he thought, somewhere, deep down, this smoker was a better person than him just because he is part of a million dollar organization. This man's feeling at this time was very similar to a lot of others in this world. It's simply the feeling of emptyness that doesn't take but one sentence to accomplish. Fortunately, for this man, the feeling will pass, but for some, it just hangs around and holds on until death is it's final prescription. It's sad to believe that people can act so punkish and still believe that they are a good hand in this world. All the man had to say was, "I've been smoking in here all day, but if it's the law.........so be it." He could have basically been nicer is all I'm saying. And a lot of people could be nicer, but they are not. So maybe some people are born to be selfish jerks throughout life, especially successfull people. I don't know, I'm not in the position to do anything anyway, so I can just be myself and everyone else can stay

She died today. I'm not sure why? She left us this way. I'm not sure again? I thought of nonsense yesterday.......... I think of serious feelings right now. It's words like.......... Died, Killed, Hurt, and Murdered.......... That jump start our emotions for a single moment at a time.......... At a time: meaning they don't last, one day at a time becomes the unsatisfied past. She died today. And yet we still laugh! She left us this way. And yet we still complain! Even though we didn't know her, Even though we didn't see her, We don't have to act as if we never talked to her. She was one of us, we are one of her, she should be remembered..........our respect we should send to her.

It happened again... I said hello and I heard no hey. It's happened again... There's nothing to say. Maybe the old man thought I was Stupid, ignorant, mad, or insane. Maybe the old man didn't want Me on this plane. Who really knows? Who really cares? Who really studies? Who just stares? At freaks like me...at people like you. At old men like he...at sickness that grew. The old man might not have hated me... He might have just said... "I don't know about this boy... He looks messed in the head."

It was like leather sticks with mushroom coating. Like cow tongue licks with weather side roaming. A naked watch that was watching me. A lever to pull that grew like a tree. Slowly but surely the muscles were fat. Uplifting but low...the owner was a rat. Sold to the corner where the slobber sets in. It's wet and smells bad like a few.....of our friends. It was like a condom... That was made out of stone. A cracker of wisdom that was so damn old. Like crows it was... Washed with no rinse. Like me it was... It made no sense.

Was he nervous or was he scared? Was she willing or was she dared? Or is it a feeling that we can't explain..........Maybe a feeling..........exchanged for pain.......... Is this the answer or is this the clue? Would she, asked the question..........? Would she control you? If it's just a feeling that may soon pass..........It could become the feeling that seems to last. How could we be different if we didn't even know..........The facts of life upon us..........the facts of life that grow. Could it be the feeling that we once remembered well----- Or could it be the feeling.........."You know, exciting mail?" I can't believe I live here..........each and every day. Wondering what's next..........especially what to say. I think it's a feeling of love and jealously..........I feel it is the feeling that takes control of me----- So, were you nervous or was it a scare? Together we were willing----- And forever, I still care. Yes it is that feeling of joy, a happiness. That feeling we all wish for..........so please let me possess..........and if you're really out there----- then I will pray to feel----- Your love and be your witness..........Thank God! This feeling is real.

Inside a bubble...that somebody blew...I am the wall you see through. Away from space...I'm trapped inside...There is no room...no room to hide. Inside a star...that everyone sees...They see the sparkle, but can't see me. Away from land...I'm trapped inside...I'm sorry I did it...sorry I lied. Inside a song...that nobody hears...It's only me...wet from tears. Away from grace...I'm trapped inside...I'm floating away to the other side. Inside a world...that you created...I've left this world...myself has faded. Away from love...I'm trapped inside...I'm held from holding...my body's died. Inside my soul...that you reach through...I am the ghost that stays with you. Away from them...I watch you sleep...I visit your dreams...in peace so deep. Inside a bubble...that somebody blew...I am your angel...that somebody is you. Hide away...fly away...insideaway.

Being who I am..........Is truly a gift of God! Being who we are together..........Is truly a gift of love! I hear that God loves us all I hear that love can capture anyone's heart..........But separating the good from the bad Seems like an unwinnable game to me. We can't just expect to be alike. We can't just expect to get along. All we can expect is the unexpected. Things that will blow our minds! Things that will take our souls! Things that will make us happy..........Things that will make us sad..........These things are nothing we know. Hell! They might not even exist! If God and love have a lot in common, and all these people take "belief" to the extreme, The impossible will be proven wrong. The word impossible will never function again!

If you're lost for words.....Become found for actions.... If you're lost in life...Become found with reactions.... Stop searching for who you are...and remember where it started.... You are a flight in motion...Soaring since departed... Words are a puzzle that will never be completed.....? Yours truly.... Jeff Hardy Ours truly....this life

When they look out through the clouds When they look out through the sky Does a normal person look? Is it normal people that cry? When they look out through the stars Does a normal person wonder? About the life behind bars? When they look out through the ocean When they look out through the sea Does a normal person act? Like I would if it were me? When they think about Heaven When they think about Hell Does a normal person become scared? Is it normal to sell? These all deserve the question stamp These all create an unpredictable ramp----- There are so many other than me So many differences that we all see. But there are always opinions and there are always lies----- So it's day by day...until the body dies Who controls the soul? Who leads the way? Has it paid off? Remembering to pray?