Days robed in silence...depressed for awhile, Then turn around with a flash of a smile. Happy, contented, with work and with play, Don't get excited, it's only one day! Tapping my shoulder, "HI, there!" he said, One hour later, I wish I was dead! So much confusion, so little I know, Oh! To run and hide...to get up and go! Age seventeen and still the same goal. Filling my mind, my body, my soul. My love is something I just can't ignore, But I'm so tired...Can I take any more? Depression sets in like a cold, dark stare, And spurs my asking "Why do I care?" That question comes again and again... Face it kid...this is the battle that you'll never win! Lauren Isaacson Spring of 1979 Love's Confusion Words... Interpreted, exaggerated... Glances... Real and imagined... Actions performed to hurt, To confuse, to make happier Some stranger's day. I am that stranger, Jack of many trades. A translator, Psychologist, Handyman, all in one. Like a stranger, I am trying to know you. Like a translator, I am trying to understand. Lauren Isaacson Spring of 1979 A Heart Untaken I gave my heart away, That's not easy, No, not at all. I am...dependent... On none other than myself. So why then, am I Still falling head-first Into a bottomless cavern? Yes, I gave my heart away. But it was left untaken, Blowing in the wind. How can I describe The way I feel? There are no words To relate the emptiness And darkness Which has prevailed Upon my soul... My entire being. I need to be reconstructed, Rejuvenated...accepted By those I love. Is that asking too much? How is one expected to live If no one will accept his love? He cannot live... Merely exist. Lauren Isaacson Spring 1979 Love Is Love is, It has no time, No place. When there is love, One knows; It can be felt in the air Like a cool breeze From calm seas. Love can penetrate The heart Like a sword; it can be painful, And tear one apart Piece by piece Until one is only half Of what he was. And yet, One hangs on to the feeling, Scared to go on But unwilling to let go. Love is an emotion When in its truest sense Is stronger than steel It will not die Even after life. Love is beautiful, A feeling Which cannot be matched Or copied. Love is. Lauren Isaacson 1979 Searching My life... Sometimes like a lovesong; Contented with the little things, But forever striving for the love I feel I missed somewhere along the way. It's all so confusing, this. Life... so real, so complex. It's everchanging, and sometimes I lose my way and stumble... Always able to get up once more. Maybe one day I'll not get up... Just wait until someone picks up the pieces. But my wait will last 'til eternity, For no one travels my path. Alone? ... no. Merely unique... one of a kind. Finding a true friend is a search Not easily fulfilled... But then love is not a song easily sung.