+6forever I will be alone…..
in the darkness in the night……
i need to find the light……
for darkness gives a fright….
help me finally see…..
to find what I can be….
i am alone….
and swallowed by the lonely darkness….
How do i find others….
who will not hurt me..
but instead let me see…
where did they all go????
i need for my life to know…..
where they went……
so that i will no longer be alone…..
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+8Many years ago, or something, our answers came from the Bible.
Its pages so flimsy and yet so strong, reminding us of ourselves.
But today, today we have magazines, with pages so glossy, slick, thin as sticks, the way people want to be.
Magazines tell us what to do; they tell us how to dress.
Magazines tell us what our waist sizes should be, and what we should, online, confesses.
We would be lost without Magazines, state the fools of this twisted century, for magazines tell us important things, like how to style our hair.
And magazines are filled with the cutest boys, and like they tell us how to flirt.
The sauciest angle to yank down our shirts
but what of the girls who are lonely?
What of the girls who are Goth?
What of the girls who are something unique, coated in black or not?
We walk alone, unrewarded, unseen, peering around stacks of magazines.
And when sad and lonely we may look, but there is nothing for us in that book. There are not mo-hawked boys in there, no boys with trench coats or long hair.
There are no sales on Lolita skirts, no posts for Metallica or Disturbed concerts.
There are no tips for a lonely soul; the only escape seems to be a pole.
If there is anything you were thinking of buying, just look at the model and you’ll start denying
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+14I slip through the night in a hazy spell
Wake up hungover, but nobody can tell
My stomach lurches, my eyes can’t focus
I look like shit but nobody will notice
This drinking thing has gotten out of control
But at least it helps to fill the hole
The hole in my heart that keeps me awake
The emptiness beneath my ribs that I cannot seem to take
Everyone has ceased to care if I live another day
I guess by now they know I’ll do all I can to throw it away
I sit on the bed crying and looking at the ceiling
Trying to rid myself of this empty, guilted feeling
I know the only thing that can take it away
Is my overused razorblade
I pull out my little friend and stare at the shining blade
All of my thoughts turn into a blur of colours and shapes
This has become a ritual I cannot resist
The inseparable bond of razorblade and wrist
I slice and cut away the depression and shame
The guilt trip that I can’t seem to break
When I am finished, I lie down on the bed
My heartbeat pounding loud in my head
I feel utterly drained
But at least, you know, I’m no longer in pain
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+9Your fragile heart pounds when you meet his eye,
An innocent glance turns into a bold stare,
Your mind whirls as his diamond eyes glisten,
But you pretend that you don’t even care.
When the sky fills with a wondrous sunset,
You escape to a place where things aren’t as they seem,
A place where his gentle grasp keeps you warm,
Watching clouds, eyes closed, caught in a daydream.
Across a crowded room what you secretly crave,
Is to hear his laughter ring in your ears,
To hold the tranquil sound close to you,
And lock away all your un-lightened fears.
Your heart gives a silent insisting tug,
His shy smile lifts your edgy heart higher,
but you know it’s too late to do anything,
about your sweet, tender, loving desire…..
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+8You bite your lip and keep your story untold,
And secrets are walls put up that keep us alone.
An inner bleeding that’s left un-shown,
A pride less life is all you own.
Things go hidden, you refuse to reveal,
Unravel your past, because the present is real.
The lies you live off of, were never yours to take,
And to rob them silently, was your mistake.
Tears soak the pages, it’s too much to write down,
As you walk away from innocence, and cry with no sound.
Cuts bleeding through clothing, plastic smile fading,
Gamble your life; your inner demons are waiting.
Inject rebellion, like a drug into your skin,
Because dying a little inside, is the only way to win.
Face your ghosts, and walk away to your flames,
Move along to the next person, you know scars don’t heal the same.
Close the book, and keep your lips shut tight,
Don’t tell a soul, and run away into the night.
Offer out your sanity, it’s theirs for the taking,
Tell them your fine, even though you’re obviously shaking.
Lie through your teeth, and hide the pain stirring inside,
But when you come face to face with yourself, that’s when you can’t hide.
Shake your head, because there’s nothing left you can say,
Ignore the truth, as you slowly walk away.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+18Dry your tears,
Tell me all your fears
Lets go outside where it is raining,
Then you can tell me about all the pain
Your heart is so cold,
Your story is better left untold
You are so strong,
Even when everything is so wrong,
Where you even forget the lyrics to your own song,
And no one wants to sing along,
well I’ll be there to help through all this crap
Everyday someone new tells me
How you’re a depressed person,
And you don’t care about anything,
And how you’re the worst one to hang around
They’re wrong though, you’re more than that, you’re a wonderful
Funny friend, that clearly needs help,
So Always remember,
No matter what you do I can never
Think less of you,
Because you’re the only person I
ever want to be friends with.
{This poem is dedicated to my best friends Hunter and Kenzie}
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+7At age 3…
You were told not to take a cookie
and went into a huge crying fit.
But now it’s the childhood you miss,
wishing you didn’t make a big deal, and just waited for the meal.
At age 6…
You wanted a goldfish just for kicks
and you were told you can’t have it.
After a while your screaming quit
cause now that you got your wish
you didn’t want the fish.
At age 10…
You needed to know about everything even about heaven.
You asked a lot of ridiculous questions
and the answer was always the same.
It was to you, just a game,
with all the questions in your head,
but one day you turned red.
Now you realize that you should have made the best and put your questions to rest.
At age 15…
You are serene
until your boyfriend breaks your heart
like a pop-tart.
You thought he was sweet
but he ended up sour,
and it makes you cy hour after hour.
The *Future*…
is nowhere near clear,
we can’t however surrender cause of our fears.
Who knows when someone will say no,
it may make you angry but it could also make your heart grow.
So, when someone says “no”…
try to learn from it and use your own mind to guess
It may be a good thing so smile and say “no, I say yes” 
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
