Poem


striking a chord within my inner ear, a sweet smell and your voice for me to hear. Your voice throughout the noise in the room, A seductive whisper in my ear, the look of goose pimpels appear. The chill that runs down my spine, the fainted memories to last us for all times. In winter, spring, summer, and fall, we have been through it all. Just to let you know you still strike that chord with the whisper of your voice. 

by joey

poem


the journey that is set in place, I cannot go on. In my heart I know you will always be there.
You gave me the air I breathe and held my hand when I needed you . life without you is breaking my heart, you have not even left my side yet, my heart is crying out. Love from a mother there is no other. To be In a better place that I can understand, better than this hell on this messed up land. I wish I could hold your hand on this journey home. I asked god but he refused. My journey seeks another path. My love for you will never die, I hope you remember me when you see me on the other side.


by Joey

poem

The smell of spring. the dew that shines upon the trees. Smell of summer of fresh cut grass and bee's buzzing from flower to flower. The deep colors of fall. maroon and gold that clashes, like the smell of fire. What does your heart truly desires. Crisp air of winter. The smell of fresh cut pine, to find deep in our hearts a search for my family that has changed. We have a unique smell of each season. It is the scent of the seasons that brings us to our memories, for the search of one another. My heart tingles, my eyes are open wide as a tear rolls down my face. To smell the air, Is like having you near, every scent is like a picture of you.

by joey