| Suffering, by Twist aka Michael Anderson
Realize This… Piercings, tattoos, nothing we would find right Ripped clothes, torn skin, surrounded by desires to fight Cement floors, painted walls, a place many call home Warmth, and food some things they've never known People who care, giving everything they can Giving hope to the doubtful and to the lost they lend a hand. Asking only respect and for an open ear and heart Help those in need, helping put together the lost parts We are quick to judge and close our eyes to those here Many ignore those in need, pushing them away, instead of bringing them near We step in the door expecting a place of white and pews We see the opposite, not looking from others point of view These teens here see us and do not judge by our clothes or money They look not at our outward appearance, yet many look at them as funny How do we live in so much hate, so much pain we cause Tearing down the weak, looking only at people's flaws Would you ever think that this place is where many teens go? Do you realize that there is so much about these teens, we don't know When you step in the entrance, drop everything you think is so wrong Many don't have parents, or hope, but these teens have held on for so long. This place changes lives and helps the lost and the weak It gives so many a second chance, yet in their lives, we only get a peek Talk to one of them, you'll be surprised how many have something to say Just realize these teens are so thankful for many things we have every day. It's changed my life; it showed me everything I'd never expect to see It gave me so much in only a few hours, and I hope God hears their plea Day after day, so many pains and troubles these teens go through And from this amazing place I soon realize that there is so much I never knew. Inspired by Sox Place Thanks for everything Jessica R. Calhoon February 21, 2004 |
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You’re the one who let people believe in others again.
You’re the one that helped people realize that not everyone wants to screw us.
You’re the one that encourages us to believe in ourselves again.
You’re the one that wants to show us there is still some good out in the world.
You’re the one that wants us to realize that we can do whatever we want.
You’re the one that wants us to shine in a world full of darkness.
You’re the one that wants us to believe that there are people who don’t feel we should starve just because this is the only way of life we know.
You’re the one that provides us with a shoulder to cry on, a confidant, a friend, and the truth we need.
You’re the one that wants us to believe in God again and remember He’s there for us.
So you’re the one that deserves a very big hug!
Thank you!
Written by some street kids to thank you to Sox Place
The following was written by our friend Mud, who recently died in a tragic
car accident.
We put it here as he wrote it.
What sick puppets we are...what a fucked up and disgusting stage we
dance upon...born with innocents but no longer in controll of our own
strings. Forced to march to the commands of the nobel authority, while
the machine of social disctruction blinds our socity, handicapts our freemdom,
and eats it's way in to our souls like a vicious plague leaving us with
nothing but the spoiled core.
Random Thoughts by Mud
Why is it so many people I know die and I have no feeling or reaction.
I feel numb, as if nothing happened. Will people feel this way if I were
to die? Better yet would I feel this way if my son or wife died? I feel
like crying but I stop myself. I’m feeling fear as if everyone in
the room had suddenly focused their attention on me. Who knows what they
are thinking. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I even
feel guilty for what the feelings I am feeling. Is this normal? Or should
I have taken Josh’s place. May my friend, my brother, my Josh rest
in peace. I love you.
Written
in 2002 after Mosh Josh died