I pray for the stays,
And the run aways.
I pray for the beaten,
And those who haven�t eaten.
I pray for those who are going to die,
And those who do nothing but lie.
I pray for those in pain,
And those who are insane.
I pray for the hurt,
And the people sleeping in dirt.
I pray for the people who need more,
And the ones whose heart is sore.
I pray for those with disadvantages,
And those in need of bandages.
I pray for those who have been taken advantage of,
And those who lack the needed love.
I pray for those who can�t walk,
And those who can�t talk.
I pray for those who can�t understand God�s way,
And those who dread everyday.
I pray for those who have been misused,
And for those who have been abused.
I pray for my family and all my friends,
I pray that their happiness is eternal and never ends.
And lastly I pray for me to have more faith,
And for you, God to keep me safe.
(this is one of my very first poems I think I worte it in like gr 6 or sumtin)
You are what I've waited my life for,
As you are everything I want, but so much more.
You are absolute love,
The kind angels speak so highly about from heaven above.
You have given to me something nobody ever could,
Trust. Trust I have never before understood.
As I look deep into your eyes,
I know you will protect me from all lies.
You have added so much to my heart,
Which makes you unbearable to part.
I love you so much,
And cherish our every touch.
I shield you from all I can,
And to keep you safe is my plan.
I have prayed to have you so many years,
And for you, I have shed so many tears.
My love for you will only grow with each passing day,
This love is undying and will never fall away.
As you are what I've waited my life for,
You are everything I want, but so much more�
(I wrote this for my first gf Sheena in gr 11..oh and also as a side note this poem has been published...)
(This was just a lil quote I wrote... sumtin to live by...)
When I think of you,
I miss the things that we did not do.
I miss the fun that we never had.
Also when I think of you it makes me glad.
I remember the times we did share,
Also I tell myself you are still right there.
I miss seeing you everyday so much.
Quickly to my heart I clutch,
For this is where it hurts the most.
People hear my cry from coast to coast.
I often wonder why I was so shy,
There is nothing wrong with saying hi.
I never knew untill the end,
That you really were my friend.
But I can't take it back now,
There is no way how.
With the pain that I now feel I can heal.
Though if I were not your friend I wouln't be able to deal.
Believe me, my every word is true,
This is what I think of...
When I think of you.
(I wrote this in gr.8 for a friend when I knew I wouldn't be with my friends in High School bec I was going to a dif one)
I wonder when I will see you again.
As I watch the flicker of light,
Brighten the darkened night.
I remember the joy you made me feel.
You helped my worst scars to heal.
Your soft words made me feel secure,
Not so full of fear.
Your warm hugs and constant comfort helped to stop my hurt.
I remember your words of advice to me,
And the world that they helped me to see.
We've both grown a lot,
But you I have not forgot.
You are still my friend,
And for me I know that will never end.
As I look up I see the rain is now gone,
And has turned into a beautiful dawn.
(This one remains...nameless...I wrote this in gr 8 for a *special* friend lol I had a crush on her and I was goig to a dif. HS and dind't know if I'd see her n e mo...but I never gave it to her...Heather...H...)
We have had good and bad,
happy and sad.
Love is what I believe I have found,
The kind when we can talk without making a sound.
My arms are always here,
with joy or to help a tear.
To me you mean so much,
Everything I give to you is worth just one touch.
Your embrace is so comforting,
So loving.
I love you here and now,
any way or how.
I love you.
( I named this my 2nd 2 sec. thing...I dun memba when i wrote or or for whom I wrote it...)
Dead is the one who has no love...
Dead is the one who feels no touch...
Dead is the one who goes unnoticed...
Dead is I.
(Hey I never said all my poems were happy and dandy...growing up being a homosexual is difficult...trust me...it's hard...very unsure of everything...including yourself in everywhich way imaginable...ask any gay person u know...)