A Portrait of My Lover

This is the way to live, to love, to be.
This is a way to bleed.
This is a way to kill yourself
And give the villain your help.
Standing in his spotlight,
You give him the right to insight
Of what makes you breathe and tick.
This is the way to enjoy the sick.
What would be an easy way
To find an escape… far away?
Surely you don’t want to really flee.
This is the only way to let your lover be.
Try, cry, and die again.
This is the way to your end.
Welcome!

4-14-1994 Thursday
Written by Miss Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class, Spring 1994
Taught by E.P. This particular day E.N. was substituting.

WANTED

In search of a killer.
He’s searching for you.
He’s killed many others
And he will kill you too.
You’re not very perceptive
In thinking you will win.
You’ll have him begging for mercy?
Well, you’ll be the one to give in.
It’s best to put your knife away
And dare not make him upset.
For those who are the innocent,
Are the ones to meet their death.

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
God knows everything!

Out of the Closet

Should I trust you?
Should I tell you?
What would you think?
Would you think I’m crazy?
What should I do?
It’s easy to keep it inside,
But after growing so much in heart,
I fear it’s not fair to keep it hidden.
I feel as though I did it.
And I could never do that to anyone.
Even in my wildest imagination.

Why should I bother?
It’s not like it’s going to bring them back.
They’re gone forever.
Who can do anything about it?
No one can! He’s too clever!
He’s so violent, so destructive.
I went through it too.
I just feel so horrible.
At least I survived!

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Some things must be locked away.
That’s what closets are for… safe keeping/keeping safe.

Unexpected Life

Life is so swift,
so unexpectedly violent.
No matter how full the life,
the grave is silent.
So many lives
affected by one.
Death is forever.
It cannot be undone.
Only God can revive
or give eternal life.
The world is trapped
in misery and strife.
The only hope
desiring to heal
is the love of God.
Thank God He’s real.

5-5-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)