| Jeff Hardy'z Poems |
| WORDS OF AN ANGEL |
| OUR RESPECTS WE SHOULD PAY TO HER She died today. I'm not sure why? She left us this way. I'm not sure again? I thought of nonsense yesterday..... I think of serious feelings right now. It's words like..... Died, Killed, Hurt and Murdered...... That jump start our emotions for a single moment at a time..... At a time: meaning they don't last, one day at a time becomes the unjustified past. She died today. And yet we still laugh! She left us today. And yet we still complain! Even though we didn't know her, even though we didn't see her, We don't have to act as if we never talked to her. She was one of us, we were one of her, she should be remembered..... our respect we should send to her. |
| OVERSEEN AND OVERHEARD He said, "I'm sorry sir, it's just the law." The response was--- "Damn, I've been smoking here all day!" Then he said, "Well, just goes somewhere else then I won't be able to see you (in a very nervous type of voice that explains why he said goes instead of go) ---The smoker put out the cigarette and said, "Fuck it!" This security man was now somewhat shaken up because he did his job and then felt bad when the person smoking was socreul. It was like he thought, somewhere, deep down, this smoker was a better person that him just because he is part of a million dollar orginisation. This man's feeling at the time was very similar to a lot of others in the world.It's simply the feeling of emptyness that doesn't take but one sentence to accopmlish. Fortunately, for this man, the feeling will pass, but fro some, it just hangs around and holds on until death is its final perscription. It's sad to believe that people can act so punkish and still believe that they are a good hand in this world. All the man had to say was, "I've been smoking here all day, but if it's the law...so be it." He could have basically been nicer is all I'm saying. And a lot of people could be nicer, but they are not. So maybe some people are born to be selfish jerks, throught life, especially successful people. I don't know, I'm not in the postition to do anything anyway, so I can just be myself and everyone else can stay the same. |
| THE PEOPLE YOU'RE CREATING When the time is your's, The time is gone. When it feels so right, It's on the way to wrong. When you love so much, Can you always be sure? That your love is a touch, That your love is a cure? When you feel as if your hated, Will you make it through? This unpredictable life, These unappreciated dues. When you say what you feel, Will they look at you and laugh? When you know what you've learned, Will they stab you in the back? If you fall from where you're standing, Will they try and make they save? When you stand on what you're saying, Will they listen as the road you pave? Then the time is your's, The futures waiting. The peron you've become The people you're creating. |
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