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| Poems and Writings...2 |
| Everyone Changes but the Wierd Kids Ever notice how people change? From one day to another, From your best friend to your brother. Except the strange always stay strange. Remember the days of elementary school? All the kids went through their phases. The fact that the entire grade goes through the same ones amazes But the fool continues to be a fool. Do you recall the class connosieur? Some people were well off in love relationships, While other people had scars like battleships. Yet still many people remain peculiar. Changing seems to be the name of the game, But the wierd kids stay the same. Michael G. Feeney |
| This one if funny. Today Sampson and I were at lunch and I noticed these two wierd kids (not Sampson and I, two other ones) sitting by themselves. And it occured to me that they have probabaly been that way their whole life. I know I have changed over the years but apprently some kids never change, so this is about those two kids in the cafeteria. |
| Don't steal these either, plagurizing is illegal etc. Peace |
| Self Realization As I look back upon what I've done It seems I try too hard to have fun. I put off homework, and I'll put off schoolwork. I'd put off my studies, To try to help my buddies. I pray that I am a better person than I am a student. I could walk away cursin', but that just isn't prudent. It just seems that I have no motivation and exemplify too much procrastination. It's not that I don't pay attention in class, It's just that I am a lazy ass. High School was an ease, I walked through it with the breeze. College is a wake up call, and I hope that I do not fall. I must get with it to prove that I am not a dumb shit. Regardless of how much I like her, my needs have to come off the back burner. Maybe I am a little bit too caring and should be more into sharing? But to this "Whatever!" I say, because "What is meant to be will always find a way." Michael G. Feeney |
| This one started out a lot more depressing but I talked to come really cool people and they changed my outlook before I put the pen to the paper. And I thank them much, I hope they know who they are. But this about an off-day I was havin and I realized how little time I have to get myself out of this first year of college in good standing. I hope I can follow through now. |
| If... If only I knew how she felt... If only I knew how the cards were dealt... Perhaps then I would let it be know how I feel. Does she think of me as I do her at every meal? The way I feel, to her is unknown, Maybe someday it will be shown... Am I in her thoughts as much as she is in mine? Maybe things for us could be perfectly fine... As time goes by I find I am still too shy... If only she knew how I felt... If only she knew she makes my heart melt... Michael G. Feeney |
| If is about a girl if you can't tell. And yea... ok then. |
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| Loving Mother Why do bad things happen to good people? Every week she can be found under the steeple. She's done nothing wrong, she's battled this for so long. It seems so unfair, I try my best to hold back the tears but there are the ever present fears because the truth and outcome are so unclear. She even lives to help others, always playing the part of the loving mother. I hold her deep in my heart, I'll never want to part. She's always been there for me and I pray that for longer she can be. I'd hate for this to happen to another, but this is my loving mother. Michael G. Feeney |
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| Yup, its about my mother. |