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| Chris's Poem/Story Page 2!!! |
| A Me. Is there really a me, Whom is the best at what she does? Whom everybody likes, And everybody loves? Is there really a me, Who has confidence? Who has the very essence Of a angel, Heaven sent? Is there really a me, Who can hook that 'special' guy? The one who is single, But has every young girl's eye. I guess there is a me, Already on the outside. But I can only wonder About who's on the inside. |
| Nothing What's bothering you? Nothing. What's wrong? Nothing. What do you have? Nothing. What are you doing? Nothing. What is that? Nothing. What did you say? Nothing. What do you want to do? Nothing. What did you do? Nothing. Nothing is Something. |
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| There Are Things There are things in my heart That I can't tell you, because to know the truth and to hear it are 2 different things. So when I see you I willingly take the pain to be with you for only a short time, But it's enough to get me through the day, thinking I can see you. I can help others but only them and not myself. And why does it say that God helps those that help themselves? Is that why, when I pray that you feel the same way for me, I never seem to get anywhere, But wind up right back where I started? It's like a maze of walls high enough to block out your veiw over them. But when you jump high enough you can see the light on the other side. I'm somewhere in the middle, not knowing what direction I came from or where to go, but spiraling out of control into an endless black void of nothingness and emptiness. So what to do, you ask? I'm not sure either. I guess I can give up and sit in the maze until some one finds me. Or I can stand up and try to jump the wall. Or I will walk in no particular direction until I find the light that was my guide. What is that guide?I would tell you but you would only laugh. So for now, I will walk til' I find the light. That is why there are things in my heart that I can't tell you. |
| Dreams. If only in my dreams, You would be my love; If only in my dreams, I'd be who you're dreaming of; if only in my dreams, I would be free forever. If only in my dreams, All ties I could severe; If only in my dreams, Nothing could hold me back; If only in my dreams, Nothing I would lack; If only in my dreams, I could learn to fly; If only in my dreams, I could touch the stars in the sky; If only in my dreams, I would suffer no more pain. Then I hope, with all my heart; That I won't wake up again. |
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