| My name is Jennifer Byrd. I currently reside in Arizona, though who really knows where I'll end up next! And I seriously hate talking about myself. |


Lost SoulIn my time of need All my strength gives way Thoughts of loss swirl in my mind Thoughts of death And I find myself with me, trembling miserably in a torrential downpour Of all my pitfalls.Lost Soul
I dig my own grave Deeper and deeper I go Until I can no longer see the light. I don't want to see it. It burns me. It makes me someone I'm not. Someone Who doesn't have the strength To tell you no.
Drained To my core With the cold whispers of tears Teasing the edge of my ear, I feel my heart go cold, Hard, Unfeel


MotherMother You carried me for 9 months, You struggled through labor. You had this brunette child Whom you raised as best you saw fit.Mother
Mother You taught me how To read and write. You held me when I cried. You sang me to sleep at night.
Mother You watched me struggle through school. I never let you know, The jokes and jabs the other kids Threw everyday that made me cry.
Mother You taught me it was better To turn the other cheek. You always knew that I was strong, While others thought me weak.
Mother &nb


Writer's BlockIdeas spark not from the mind But from the heart, And in that fact lies the issue. An artist uses their art to show Their views and ways While a singer will do so with lyrics. Why, then, is a writer pushed When at their limits, Simply to finish the story? Do others believe that It is just a story and only that? A story is a view into the writer's world. With a glance and a few well directed words, A writer creates a world for others To see and feel and smell. Such beauty is not easily come by, For if it was, How else would this world escape iWriter's Block
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Goodbye my Sunshine, for we are but smoke and ash...
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Believe the Unbelievable
When the world gives you lemons, make orange juice and leave them all wondering how you did it.
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Goodbye my Sunshine, for we are but smoke and ash...
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Claim me,
Mind and Soul.
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~The Lady Amalthea~
"Well, I must endure the presence of two or three catterpillers if I wish to become acquanted with the butterflies"
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Believe the Unbelievable
When the world gives you lemons, make orange juice and leave them all wondering how you did it.
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