Hi.My name is Sandy. I live in a small town named Kelowna. I grew up in foster care most of my life. I love to write and was very happy that I found this site because I get to put my own poems onto it. Most of the things are outlets for my self. But I hope they are good. more »
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sandy kulchyski Poems
Alone in this darkness, I scream but, No one hears me.
Can you see? That we have our own Different style of Dancing..
I am a dreamer
I am a dreamer with free will I wonder who hears the tree falling in the forest I hear music playing all around I see little sprites dancing with music
Grief of losing someone you love Heartbroken and hopelessly lost Tears running like a river
Pride of, loving Pride of, loving someone Pride of, friends Pride of, trying
My love is a tree Growing and branching out School is a Window to the past and future
Heart and Soul
Heart as black as night, And a soul filled such bitter sweet dreams.
Good-bye to you my love, You’re moving to be with another. But I will not worry. Because I know you will be happy,
Why? ? Why do we have to say good-bye? ? When we always, see each other, And I know you love me, as much
Can you feel it? That fire burning? Its always been there. Its the eternal fire.
Who Am I?
Who am I? ? I do not know. I could be anyone, Or anything.
This feeling I have, It never a good feeling, I could never get rid of it.
Oh, angel of mine, Are you good or bad? Do you serve the Light, Or the Darkness?
I am the mask I am the hurt I am the unloved I am the betrayed
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Alone in this darkness,
I scream but,
No one hears me.
This darkness is cold,
And no one is here,
I’m truly alone,
Why is it that there
Is no other in this empty
The darkness is my only home now,
And it is my prison.
The only comfort is the little
Light shining in the distance,
That light gives me hope.
If I try and reach far enough
I can just touch it,
Neither though it moves
Away, from me.
Until the day
I can hold that light
I will be alone
In this darkness
With the little
Light of ...