| Round and Round the Circle Goes |
| Friends Forever I look out my window and what do I see, my best friend, my hope, riding past me. I fear, I wonder -- will he go by? I open my voice to yell, no need. He stays, calming, cheering, loving. Relationships untold in times before -- mine and his -- so strange upon design. Never dull, always devine. The silence comes, ended by laughter, a joke, a gleeful laugh. Time speeds to its home and parting is so soon. No fear have I -- for I will see you soon, Tomorrow, Days, Maybe Hours. All the same for emtions never change, Delight and love, stemming from our souls. Times come and change the world but we stay -- fixtures to forever. Silent glares and cordial welcomes, have no place here, with our joyful laughter and shared secrets. We will stay, here, together, Friends Forever. |
| Which Are You? Aquantances, friends, life-long soulmates, lovers, enemies, best friends, teachers. All words to describe, those who accompany us through our journey. Which are you? Which am I? Do you ever wonder, how we touch others lives? Do we just pass through or do we leave footprints in their souls? Next time you see someone you know, think before you act, which one will you become? If you are gone tomorrow, what will you be remembered as? Aquantances, friends, life-long soulmates, lovers, enemies, best friends, teachers. |
| I Fault I fault, I fail, I lose, I weep. I try to help and turn it back to me. I try to identify and instead, center it on me. I cannot stop it, I cannot stand it. I try and succeed -- for a little while -- to change, but the days pass, I let down my guard and fail again. I don't know how to change but I don't like who I have become, losing friends, annoying those left. I need something more, and yet, even this does not help, for it does all I have tried to avoid. Is it pointless or can I change? |
| Rules Rules I must abide, slighty bent, slowly broken. Am I breaking free or just breaking out? Will I ergret my decisions? Will I be trusted as an adult? The rules are binding, restricting my breathe, as it gets caught in my chest. I know how to live, to experience, to be me, I must, I will break them, bend them at least. Will everyone come to understand or will I be looked upon, as a sinner. |
| All poems Copyright 2000 |
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