It's Just Me

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Death shadows over many. 
Wishing you were here 
Candy cane kisses to comfort me 
Oh what a thrill. 

My shadows embrace darkens 
My mind. 
He comforts me 
Helps me to unwind 
He was a friend in college and through out time 

My forever man 
Secret lover 
My constant companion 
Dangerous tides 
Rolling in 
Storms coming 
He too is my friend 
I love storm 

He rains upon me 
Blackens my face with his water 
Cooling my hot embrace 
Hidden treasure of darkness 
Still left unleashed 
HA HA wait until they get a glimpse 
The real me 
The dark one 
The other me. 

Waiting patiently 
Trying not to release but to heal 
They don't care 
Stop and stare 
Don't make peace 
Make war with me 
See what you will get 
You might regret 
I'm not a soft bunny rabbit 
For you to pet. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

The Vampire

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.

I am the dark winged one that walks your dreams 
I am not what I seem 
There is a darkness with in me 
I come undone in the realms 
I 'll take you for a ride, and climb on the inside of you to hide. 
I unclean you up, and take away your guts. 
I feed on the blood of life 
devouring until you are left a shadowless mass. 

I will rip you apart, take out your heart 
Making sure no crumbs left to sniff 
I'll take you for granted 

Secret dwelling drinkers drink you up 
As I am their high caller. 
I call to them. Their my understudy 
I ravenously leave my mark 
scratches down your back 
Left panting and drained ,energy gone. 
I leave for a night 
My demons delight 
In my pleasure, I recite the customs handed down for ages 

I laugh at the night stalker 
He is mine to do with as will 
I smirk at the one who seeks his thrill 
for within him I will kill the beast 
No one left will run 
for the demon clutches the feet 
It's over the game has been one! 
Victory belongs to The Shadow 
The Shadow is my friend.  


BY : Bernice Bowling

What Is In Love, And What Is Love ?

This is an old poem. I wrote it when I was a sinner.


Love is in, the tears, I shed for you. 
Love is in, my heart, I gave to you. 
Love is in, when I see your face and my heart breaks. 
Love is in, my soul crying out for you, but only from a distance. 
Love is in, remembering the times we shared. 
Love is in, staying away so that hearts can heal. 
Love is in, the pain and knowing it is real. 


By: By Novemberrain333 

Love is supposed to be forever, but is it ever? 
Love is supposed to be unconditional, but is it? 
love is supposed to be honest has it been? 
Love is supposed to be faithful. Were you? 
Love is supposed to be sincere. Are you? 
Love is all of these. Now what are you? 


BY: Bernice Bowling

Unchanged

This is an old poem. I wrote it when I was a sinner.




He spoke to me, 
After ignoring me, 
When he found another. 
Married was she. 
He didn't care. 

I was nothing, 
Suddenly I'm something. 
I bet he tells her the same. 
Whose to blame? 
I hate them both! 

His drivers licence now gone, 
Suddenly I'm here again. 
I must have disappeared! 
I mean how could I not have? 
He didn't see me? 

Now he does! 
I'm visible once more! 
Wow what a change! 
Oh poor you, 
Do you need me? 

I'm sorry. 
Well at least you have her. 
What's that, you need me too? 
Well isn't that convenient! 
Oh what to do? 


I'm so sick, 
I'm blue, 
From being used, 
And most of all, 
I'm tired of you. 

I still love you though. 
I still care, 
And I want to be there. 
I have to guard my heart, 
Even when we are apart. 

I don't want to hurt you. 
Even though you hurt me. 
I still have to be steal. 
I have to be real. 
I can't let myself feel. 

I may try to help you. 
Will it hurt? 
Can I be more then dirt? 
I don't want to be with you, 
not anymore, it's untrue. 

You want change! 
Why you can't even be my friend, 
Unless you get something in the end. 
What will I do? 
I am not a fool !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

By Bernice Bowling

The Wall

This is an old poem. I wrote it when I was a sinner.




Anger boiling inside from where it comes, 
I can't decide. 
Hurt, mad, 
I lie naked, trying to hide. 

Running here and there in the middle of no where. 
Isolated from anyone drawing nigh, 
Still hurt, refusing to cry a tear. 

Hardening my heart, 
Allowing no hurt or pain to be here again, 
Like a snake I strike sensing danger will appear. 

Desert winds blow cool at night 
Shadows surround me in my fight. 
Struggling to survive 
Trying to breathe 

Someone revive me 
My heart starts to beat. 
Cold winds, please surround me 
Protect me, help me not to fear 

Someone's else is coming. 
Shadows come here, 
Listen sounds of foot steps 
Watch out, he might be near. 


BY : Bernice Bowling

The Could Be Angel, and The Apple Juice

Oh my gosh !!!!! Today at Walmart the weirdest thing happened!!!!!!!!!! There was this strange man with Long scrangly hair and a beard talking on a cell phone, and I was looking for the milk and he looked at me while he was on he phone and screamed out APPLE JUICE and held up the apple juice to me and pointed toward it. Then he did it again, and screamed out APPLE JUICE still pointing toward it . I actually had apple juice on my list,  and  since his apple juice was lower in sodium then the ones in the other lane I got one and smiled at him. He had about 6 or more big gallons of it in his buggy and when I checked out he was standing a the entrance with his buggy full of apple juice then all of a sudden he disappeared but left his buggy behind. Then I saw him outside
Walmart pacing back and forth talking on his cell phone and I noticed him kind of watching me as I went to my car and then he procceded to watch me the whole time I was loading the car up, mean while pacing back and forth like he was looking for something,  like where he had parked or something. Then when I was about to get in the car, he went back in Walmart and then came back out as I was pulling out, but still without his apple juice.
          I am calling it the apple juice caper, lol. He might have been an angel sent by The Lord to help show me the lesser sodium apple juice, and no I am not joking, lol. I really do believe he might have been. You never know. :)

By the way, the doctor has had me on a low sodium diet until after he runs some test on me to see what is making me dizzy and on my ears. 

A true story by: Bernice Bowling

Lies, Miss Fits and Midgets: A Dog and His Bone

"Miss Trudal,  Mrs. Dugal, Gas and Groogle, My stomach , and The Grunk
Farts and where abouts of forever. Come get me at last and take away this grouch. Dear God, Please Give me back my bone. I got to pick a home, a hiding place for my supper, " said the dog.
"Sweet peaches in June, where did you get that broom? No time for cleaning. Here give this to Jane, " Said Donnie, looking at his watch , as he ran out the door.
Hours later:
"Jane, Jane your so mean to dump all this dirt in big brother John's room. While he is away at college. He will be home soon," said Donnie.
" Laugh and smile, jokes on you. It's all in your room right after that first season pitch when you saddled me with your doom. I got my own things to do," said Jane to Donnie
"But mom will be home soon," said Donnie.
"So blame the dog," Said Jane.
" Poor little thing, He gets blamed for everything," Said Little Sarah who was only 9 years old.
"But what does God think about all this?" Said a voice from behind the door.
"Mom your home ,"screamed the kids.
"And just in time I suppose. Look what a mess, It's worse then before, from all the cover up lies you have told. Looks like it's time out for sure," said mom.
"Smile, smile , I like your style," Said the dog.
" And you shall have steak for your dinner," said mom as she reached down for his bowl.
"Pray and give thanks for God knows all, and he is a blessing to those who trust in him," said mom to the dog.  :)

By Bernice Bowling