This, out of all my poems, is the one I am most proud of...it's short, and sweet.

loneliness


loneliness hunts me inside my head
by the time you find me, i'm already dead
know only this, i always was true
as i lay dying, my last thoughts were of you.

---written by me, on the 23rd October, 1996.

Here's some of the rest. I have over a hundred, probably about a hundred and fifty, but some of them are too lousy to show here, and some of them are too embarrassing. The stuff that I actually don't mind you seeing will be added on here from time to time.

NIGHTMARES

Nightmares rampage
Wild in his head,
Irrational fear
That follows him to bed.

Night after night
From dusk to rebirth,
Paranoia stalks,
A demon's mirth.

And when light returns,
He rises, awake,
Greeting day anew,
Seeking this fear to shake.

He flies to his love
To find her unharmed,
His heart so distraught
Is hurriedly calmed.

He sees his fears
Completely unfounded,
The spawn of love
And imagination unbounded.

The day draws on,
Sky forded by a fiery sun
As he and his sweetheart
Lie together as one.

Yet too soon the dying sun
Sets the evening sky aflame
Lovers come home to
Nocturnal parting again.

And as he makes his way
Home, all alone,
The silent moon stares
From it's aerial throne.

It's pale face casts
Shadows on his soul,
And his thoughts stray
To paths so cold.

Fear strikes again,
A shackle in the dark,
A streak, upon his
Face so stark.

Fear that misfortune
Should befall his lady,
Fear that malicious Fate
Should tear him from his baby.

And this fear borne
Of the moon up above,
Is the child not solely of lunacy,
But also of love.

---written by me on...whaddaya know, exactly a year before...the 23rd of October, 1995.

PLATOS with EROS

In this field of green,
The love of friends we planted.
A sapling sprout forth, it's form so fresh
And our wishes all were granted.

For as we sat contented
Beneath the young tree's shade,
The intimate fruit of friendship we shared,
And beautiful love we made.

Love between friends,
In the shade of platos;
Friendship yet sweeter,
The scent of eros.

And now secret smiles
Across crowds half-known,
Furtive brushes, touches,
Of erotic friendship sown.

---written by myself on the 10th of September, 1995.

emptiness

emptiness
emptiness within
emptiness without

an empty vessel sailing upon an empty sea
an empty fruit growing on an empty tree
an empty past headed towards an empty future
an empty gun fired by an empty shooter

sinking deeper and deeper
into this endless empty hole
emptiness burning, consuming
this vacant, empty soul

empty hands thrust up in vain
to halt the relentless empty advance
an army of empty marches forth
in an empty, vacant trance

as empty eyes behold
this empty imperial force
a single empty tear is shed
and this empty existence is lost

---me once again on the 29th March, 2003, at 4am

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Poetry pages:
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and the bitterness page.
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