Great Things Come in Life Times

by Karrlin Field

Then you may say
"Well why am I so sad?"
We are sad
because we can
no longer hold
or touch the ones we love,
or experience
their resounding laugh,
but physical is only
in this world,
what lives in the next,
is much greater.
As you know all good things
come in time,
great things come in life times.

Please Smile

by Karrlin Field

I don't want this
to be dark. But when
I start to write,
emotions rush
to flow through
my pen.

Just go to
a place where
you have had pain,
brought on to you.
You had nothing to
do with it, and its
physical and mental
at the same time.
Just put your
self there.

Now, please, I beg of
you, Please smile.

This is not dark,
keep cold eyes away.

This is how I am
alive. Although I
doubt it will get
very personal. I
don't write in
cursive and my
therapist tells me
its because I hide
my feelings from those
around me. I know
I do. And I won't
yet.

If anyone feels as I ever did

by Karrlin Field

If anyone feels
as I ever did and
will, I embrace you
in my arms and I
cry for you. I promise
I have breathed
for you. I promise,
I know I promise!
A breath has been
for you.

Kids in darkened places-

by Karrlin Field

This is for you,
To all the ones in darkened places.
I wish I could have a warm embrace just for you,
Whish I had a loving safe place just for you,
It will
It will
make you feel less unconnected
Give you hope and feel less infected
Just think of how well connected this makes you
Oh all the things you do, do you know what that can do?
It doesn't help to know your not alone
Not even talking with them on the phone,
But when your about to sleep alone,
It''s dark and no ones home.
Just know that it had to come from somewhere else,
and its all being fully felt by one of us
The sadness that makes you want to cry,
and the pain that causes souls to die,
Makes you, you. makes you, you.
It makes you, you. Yes it makes you, you.
It gives you strength you never knew you had,
Though thinking of all this can make you sad,
There's not a thing that can make that strength go bad
except for you. Except for you
Except for you, there's just you.
When I thought about the way I used to live,
and the feelings that I use to give,
and the heart that I used to lose,
I begin to think a lot about you,
You're the only one that I can save,
The only one who's fate that I can change
I can't let you live in so much pain
No that's just enough of all the pain
Now that I can give you all the ways
To see all those brighter days
And make your way through all that haze.
You will have many brighter days.
Many brighter days, Many brighter days
Only brighter days.

"Unbeliever's Prayer"
by John Gunther Jr. (May, 1946)

This poem by John Gunther Jr. was found perfectly typed in a file on Karrli's computer. John Gunther Jr. is the subject of the non-fiction book Death Be Not Proud, which chronicles his illness and death as a teenager, from brain disease. Karrli kept a copy of this poem on her laptop.