Please Listen
When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving me advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why
I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
Wehn I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solce my problem,
you have failed me,
strange as it may seem.
Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don't talk or do- just hear me.
Advise is cheap; 20 cents will get
you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham
in the newspaper.
And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and flatering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can
and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and
inadequacy.
But when you accept as a simple fact
that I feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince
you and get about this business
of understanding what's behind
this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are
obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when
we understand what's behind them.
Perhaps that's why prayer works, sometimes,
for some people- because God is mute,
and he doesn't give advice or try
to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.
So please listen, and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute
for your turn- and I will listen to you.
- Author Unknown
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooleed.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command,
and that I need no one.
But don't beilieve me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies confusion and fear aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liverate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can all me into aliveness.
each time you're kind and gentle and evcouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want yu to know that.
Who am I, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet,
and I am every woman you meet.
-Author unknown
Death Of an Inocent
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you were always right
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave..
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
- Author Unknown
Dreams
A lost young petal
Wondering souls
I see the dream you seek
Follow me please, if yuo dare.
The dream is coming
I return by your side
With a heart in my hand.
It is like a bright fire dancing
To the slow music turning.
My heart as smooth as ivory
Has turned to a lonely, sulfur.
I retire my heart now to you,
Love me because I love you.
- Author Unknown
Pieces
You said you loved me,
You said you cared,
but know your gone.
Leaving me with just pieces,
pieces to an impossible puzzle,
and you have all the key pieces.
Pieces to my heart,
where they belong,
I walk along.
looking,
for pieces,
to finish my puzzle.
My puzzle of,
Love.
- Author Unknown
SunShine
Your smile of perfection as you broke down my door,
made every girl want you,
single no more.
You swept over me,
with those icy blue eyes,
a blank expression on you face,
you must be woundering why i'm here,
in this place.
You gagged me and tied me,
but i stayed calm,
as they killed my father and my mom.
And just before unconiouness,
swept though my mind,
you wispeared into my ear,
that everthing was alright,
and that the sun still shined.
-Author Unknown
Boys Suck
You will wonder where he is a night
You will wonder if hes true,
One moment you will be happy,
One moment you will be blue.
If you get a chance to see him
Your heart begins to dance
Your life revolves around him,
Theres nothing like romance.
And then it starts to happen,
You worry day and night
You see, my friend, you're losing him
It never turns out right.
Boys are great, though immature
The price you pay is high,
He may seem sweet and gorgeous
But remember, hes a guy.
Don't fall in love with just a boy
That takes alot of nerve.
You see, my friend, you need a man
To get what you deserve.
So when you think that you're in love,
Be careful if you can
Before you give your heart away
Make sure that hes a man.
-Author Unknown
Girls Suck
There are many good things in life,
like cars, money, and weed.
But if you want something confusing,
a girl is all you need.
A girl doesn't say what she wants,
but you're somehow supposed to know.
If they want to do this or do that,
stay here, stay there, or just go.
Then there's the time, you all know what i mean,
that monthly little joy.
That lets them abuse the shit out of you,
just for being a boy.
If you ever dare look at another girl,
they seem to scream, go on, and panic.
But watch how fast they ignore you,
at the sight of that queer from Titanic.
They give you questions like "Am i fat?",
and "If you could go with one of my friends, who?".
There is no answer, face the facts,
you are definatly through.
They take nothing and blow it up,
and make a tremendous fuss.
So girls, no matter what you think,
you are just as hard to understand as us.
-Unknown Author
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