Why Is Sorrow My Best Friend

By Kristen Jefferson

Why is sorrow my best friend
Every time I look up it’s back again
Why is sorrow my best friend
I blame myself that our relationship ever began
Throwing pity parties for your self is never right
Because trying to look ahead your days won’t be bright
You look forward to sulking, being moody and downright down
What’s the point of walking around with a continuous frown
Why did I ever let sorrow attach itself to me
Because I wanted to be blinded and not properly see
But I’m distancing myself now and trying hard to be strong
And yes I know that this is the way I should’ve been all along
Sunshine is ready to beam down on me
It’s time for me to go ahead and just let it be
Why was sorrow ever my best friend
I can’t really answer that but I’m glad our relationship is about to end
  

Who Wants to Know?

By ShaRon L. Jones

Who wants to know who I really am?
Who really gives a damn
I sit and look in the Glare;
not even wanting to stare,
Smelling the Clean Fresh Air;
Wind blowing through my hair,
Night sweats; Phone Threats
having nightmares about who wants to know?

hell I don’t know
I really don’t know
My death is really hard
Not knowing where it started
Could you tell me what; why;
and how I could know.
If I could see before it comes
I could tell you
Who wants to know.

Waking Up in Chicago

By ShaRon Jones

This morning was very Chilling
not knowing how I’d be feeling
Couldn’t Comprehend the things to grasp.
Not wanting to do what I was asked,
The World is a Cold Lonely Place,
With so many things to face,
The world is so so cold & unfair,
Sometimes I don’t even Care,
These are the times when I need
heat; on my crusted tired feet.
That’s how I feel about Waking
about waking up in Chicago.

Waking Up In Chicago

by Linda Woods

As I lay in my bed cold
and mad at the world
looking out the window
Watching the birds sitting
on the tree branch
shaking and shaking just
thinking about how them
Poor bird the only thing
I could said was, “little bird.”

I living in the Ice Box.
I just wish I wake up.
I this cold city they call Chicago.

Poem

By Ms. Linda Woods

My Heart is tender breakage,
My Soul is yelling for the one
that can save me as I look
out my window at the sky I
think the stars are so beautiful
Like I am just flying around the
Stars and the moon. I know one
day my life will surround the
beautiful eye sight you see
When you look toward heaven
So you will never know who I am.
I can be that pretty Pink Rabbit
that lives in the house
next door to you.