Where did my Life Go?

Always looking for a thrill

while sitting on the windowsill.

Dressed to kill, but too exhausted for fun,

I stand by the wall 'til my friends are done.

Nothing really draws me in,

and I need to trick my mind.

like a table to my shin,

it never turns out kind.

my eyes flutter closed

of their own accord.

fighting for the supposed

love and happiness no one can afford.

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Same Old Is Told

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YOU (POETRY)

You April 2nd, 2004 Waling through a field of gold. Thinking about you. Should've done what my instincts told, now I don't know what to do. To me, silver & gold he gave - but I wanted more. I didn't want anything save that you'd walk back through the door.

My Heart (March 31st, 2004)

" My Heart" by Alanda McRae. Life is a party, that's what they tell me. Life is a dance way, they said yesterday. I hear the owls speaking; I hear their forever question... I hear the blue jays singing, and I know life will go on. Will I ever see you again? Will I be in your arms? No matter where they take you, or where you've been, you'll forever be in my heart... I hope to see you once more, I wish I could say goodbye. As you walked out the door, I couldn't help but cry...

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