| Poems: dated 2003 and earlier i believe. |
| WHISPER IN THE NIGHT
i remember the night you held me in your arms you whispered in my ear those three little words that held on like glue "i love you" and i whipsered them right back we danced under the stars that night the night you told me you loved me we were up on the hill, and could see the valley lights below us that night had been so serene i will always remember the love we shared that night that night we stayed up watching the stars we saw shooting starts and made silly wishes those silly wishes kept our love going we danced to music music only we could hear and then we drifted you went away for a month came back a changed man leaving me without the person i grew to love i miss the old you now all i have left of us is the jacket you put over my shoulders i miss you |
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| he is here for me
where are you today I gave to you and you were proud where do we change the music the music of us do you still long for me as i do you or are we at our bitter end i still love you |
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| we dance to the stars
we are here we slow dance and smile for this is us |
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| today
live today as it is for tomorrow is too late living caught up in the moment is the only way to truly live. tomorrow is tomorrow today is when you must live. it is not possible to live today tomorrow, because by then today will be over. you must live in the present, not the future. when today is over, the opportunities not chosen go back elsewhere. there will be another chance to take them, but in a different form live today as your last carpe diem |
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| They
They are so hypocritical never being what they Seem. a lie. when they smile, they don't mean it. They are those we look up to. they befriend us, then betray us. Theyt are what we call "two-faced". we don't trust their kind. they keep us awake at night, worrying. when they laugh, we assume it is about us. They are untrustworthy. They make us loathe each other, turning us against our friends. They taunt and tease those who are unlike them, the different ones. They make us fear, they make us hide. they scare us in all of their perfection. they make us want to be them. They are the beautiful people. In our eyes they can do no wrong. We hold them on pedastools. We worship them. They are not as great as we think. As we get older, we see them through different eyes. As we go into the real world, we see they are not real. when we pass them on the street, they look at us with disdain. we just laugh because we grew up and live in the real world. They didn't. They are the same after all these years. They are stuck there, in the past. They were the most popular people in school, and are now nobodys. |
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| ALONE
i am left here alone longing for you we shared a great deal and now you have gone you said you loved me but you didnt did you? you told her the same thing i now feel betrayed by the one person who cared for me i have nothing left except the torn pictures you were never there for me, as i was you you dragged me on to our bittersweet end now i cry and you dont even care |
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| Emptiness
In this vast place, is there anything? Is it devoid of all things, or are all things concealed? But why would they be concealed? Has something been done? Am I entering into the darkness to become like them? Or am I entering into a place devoid of everything, to finish in silence? Am I alone? Is this real? Am I awaiting my death? What shall I prepare for? The afterlife, a great life, or being all alone? Am I in a room full of people, but still alone? Am I really alone, or am I just away from Reality? Is there anything here to answer my questions? |