| Set Free? I stand in your shadow waiting for the light. I stretch to reach your height and fail. I am not you... nor will I ever be. I am me. I live in your shadow and yearn to break free. Yet know it is not my choice. Will I ever be set free of you? |
| Poems...they multiply faster than rabid rabbits. |
| Friends Forever Your breathe at my ear, your heart combines with mine Is this love? If not then what. If this friendship? If not then what. More or inbetween? Right now... I don't care. Just you here with me, makes me happy. More would change it maybe end it. Less would end me. Friends forever, I can only hope. |
| Playing the Fates If life gave me a second chance -- to change all that has gone wrong -- woud I take it? Would you? You never know how one event, one thought, one choice, has changed your life. For better or worse, you'll never know. But life made you who you are. To play the fates, would be suicide to who you are. Me... I will stay with the me of now, flawed as I am, than risk being here without. |
| All poems Copyright 2000 |
| Silence Silence begins such as given by silent ears. Seperated by walls invisible unable to break through. A few short words and a few long pauses put up these walls and no amount of words can bring them down. As the silence deepens, I know my wrong and try to right it. However each time I try, I fail miserably. Suddenly though a crack appears and I start to chip away. Hope appears as light streams through to the day. Slwoly I know or it will collaps yet slowly I know this is best. The silence lessens. |
| The Calm Night I sit and stare at the night at the stars. The most beautiful sight in the world. The bright agaisnt the dark, it represents my life. So much darkness and sadness and a few points of light. One of my brighest... and closest... sits here... sits near. My calm is overwhelming. No words are spoken yet volumes are said. As we stare at the beautiful twinkling night sky. |
| I wrote this poem thinking back on the feelings I had when I learned my friend Amanda Crotts had passed away. 'Til They Meet Agian Emotion rakes her body and stimulates her mind. How long and how far until they met agian. For one brief moment they were whole and then in a single moment -- one small instant -- it all changed. Sadness fills her body as her soul slowly dies. Never to know if she will live fully agian. Years later, once the tears have dried and the wounds have healed. She will know she can live agian, for in her heart she will know love and know they will meet again. |
| Confusion Static thoughts in ones head answers not so clear. Who are you and who am I? Answers close to truth but hidden by lies. Does anyone really know who we are or why we are here? Will we ever really know? You try to think but no answers appear. Who are you and who am I? When will it become clear? When will we really know, who we are? |
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