| Poems |
| Today For this I will be glad, May the days not be sad? Find you happiest and full of heart, Today this is you very start. |
| When? When is it right to love? When is it right to hate? When is it right to cry? When is it right to smile? Love is like a dove, Mysterious and free, Hate is an uhappy fate, Your temper will often soar, A cry is not lie, It is how you feel, Smile and walk a mile, Smell the fresh air. |
| Black I looked for light and found black. I looked for hope and found black. I looked for love and found black. I looked in my soul and yes I found black. But then I heard my name, and the light came back. I heard my heart, and found all my hope. I found the one, and love was back. Now I look in my soul, and it was back. Mags |
| Simply Laughed His horse jumped valiantly out of sight, Among the fallen leaves, Leaving his master far behind, Thinking of other things, Come Back Come Back the man did sigh, But the horse did die, And the man did cry, And the Eagle that watched from the sky, Simply laughed. |
| Crying in self pity Hearing only the pain Refusing to believe Is this what it is to be sane? Silently dieing Time and time again Momements pass by As do most my friends Some one told me Life is never fair, If that is true then I just don't care. |
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| Old Time Charm The world spines, I cry aloud, My head it hurts, From the roaring crowd. They string him up, With no remource, And strech him out, With a pulling horse. His torso ripps, Not a scream he utters, Not even for the pain, He dies soon after he suffers. His guts all gone, His head is missing, His soul it has vanised, Not caring about his life that is diminised. What a horrible fate that his was, All because he dreamed. |
| Friends My friends tug and pull, At the stings of my depression. They try to hold me still, And cut me from my bonds. My sole tries to help, But my heart is weakening. Slowly I fade. But they don't stop trying, And they just won't say no, They won't leave me dieing, Or cold in wet snow. They break most the chains, And my life they sustained, All because they are my Friends. |
| Sister Dear I can be happy, I can be sad, I can be misrable, It's all in my head. The world is against me. That is too bad. But it's my "sister" that can make me mad. She tells me she hates me, She tells me I'm bad, She tells me I'm ugly, That no one should like me, that's I'm stupid and usless, She tells me I don't belong, She tells me I don't matter to her, so why should I care about her? I can't help but care, in a miniscule way, for she was my friend, time and time again. So you my ask, do you hate your sister.. and yes I sometimes do. But in all trueth and honour, I care about her too. I hope that you read this, oh sister dear, and figure out what it is indeed that I fear.. It isn't a bruise, it isn't a thrasing, it's having you hate me, just like you do. |
| Dedications: All my friends,My Sister, My cousin,History, in general,All my loved ones. |
| Never Ending Rain Never Ending Rain, Pelts me in the Back, The wretched Wind surrounds me, Helpless I am lost. But it starts to sece, And light doth Provail, The the twilight darkness, That is Rain's veil. Sun shows up, it minions fallow, to The rain's demise, Happily I help them all, To clear the stormy skies. They thank me and I do oblige, I won't let the rain never end again. |
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