Still dark outside,the world’s still dreaming,
sleep doesn’t like me anymore,
time ticks,with some annoyance,
I read, I think,I pace the floor.
dust and polish,polish and dust,
heave a bored frustrated sigh!
take out the family photo album,
but all that does is make me cry.
where did all those hectic years go?
when I never had time to draw a breath?
I look around,no [...]

Sometimes I feel empty and alone, no where to run to, no where to call home. No one ever saw me, no one ever cared. Then one day I was rescued, one day I was cured.
I was taken by a family who mad me there very own, Who loved me, and told me that I [...]

You cannot choose your family
This is very true
Some people have no bother
They stick together like glue
Then there are the disfunctional
Who never want to know
Hardly aware of your existence
Didn’t watch you grow
They’ll never know their grandchildren
Never know what they’re missing
The joy and love you get from them
the hugging and the kissing.
In the end it’s their loss
They’re [...]

When i look in the mirror
my eyes create a tear
as it rolls down my face
then more begin to race
My hands go up to my face,
my heart begins to pound,
replaying the sound of your laugh
and the sound of your voice
those are the sounds i will always rojoice!
This poem was written/submitted by Susie Ziegler.

No-one could choose his mother nor father
but indeed could choose his future
but is the future enough
for my life to be successful
the core structure,
the necessity of life,
is indeed a family
from the very beginning had it been successful
then the chain could carry on
the past, present and future
if the past was tough, weak
then whats left to come is [...]

The lights are flashing and flickering,
but my wife she doesn’t stop bickering.
raise my hands up over my ears,
try to drownout the sound till it all disappears!
no i dont even plan it.
but she just demands it..
these useless words of nonsense,
they’re not even worth five cents!
but i’d give her a dollar,
if she would not holler,
and trap her [...]

what makes me who i am.
every thing makes me well me.
this world.
you.
every one makes me me.
the way i look.
the way i do things.
the main thing that makes me me
is that we are all different.
and cause of that.
i am me
This poem was written/submitted by kelly neuendorf.

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose–
But were always a rose.