Matt's, previously never before added on to the site, new poems.

(mainly because he was too lazy to type them up)

Late at Night

Late at night in my bed, I'll just sit and cry
And ask God in my prayers, "Why, oh why?
I feel so terrible what can I do?
I'm missing out on someone great too
Though I'm sure it was hard for her to choose
The agony, the pain, she must have felt, but why must I lose?
Even though I understand "why?" a little better
I must write how I feel in this letter
I felt so helpless, betrayed and confused
But I'm sure that is no new news
I thought I'd wait thing out to see how they would be
But I waited too long and I have lost thee
My care for you was greater than the deepest oceans
Why did I have to lose control of my emotions?
I wanted to say I'm sorry about last night
It was definitely not my intention to cause a fight
I'm sorry, I overreacted, like you said, not now, doesn't mean never
I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I wouldn't mean to do that...ever!
Even though I still feel lost, alone, and angry
I know you'll always be there, ready to talk and listen to me
I'll always be there for you in your darkest time
Just call on me, and I'll be there in no time
Perhaps now I should let this poem come to an end
I just want to say, Melissa, you're a great friend

When I'm Finally Done Crying

When I'm finally done crying
I know you'll be there for me

When I've finally started laughing
You'll be there to laugh with me

When I need someone to talk to
You'll be there to listen

When I feel lost and afraid
You'll help me find my way

And When I'm through with all my heartache
I'll be there for you, if yours ever breaks

When I'm finally done crying

All Alone

If you're ever lost and alone
     I'll help you set your path straight

And if I don't help, we'll blunder along this journey together
     We'll be there for each other, at least I hope so

And we'll laugh and cry along the way
     But if I ever become lost and all alone, and lose you on the road

Please come back for me
     Because I would do the same for you

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Sometimes in life we wonder why
What are we supposed to do? Why do we cry?
Live our life happily with other we have met
Or refuse to see the sun, even for awhile?
Disown the world, but the world will never disown you
I, for one, will live my life as it comes,
Try, at least, to forgive my past failings and what I've done wrong
But never forget, for we learn from our mistakes
I also hope others forgive my wrongdoings
For, if I ever hurt them, it was never my intention to do so
As I go on, I'll live a life of joy and sorrow
And be content with what I have

Pen and Paper

My pen is my sword and the paper my victim
I write to express myself, but sometimes I can't
Other times I still wound with what I say
And though, sometimes, I want to stop the pain, I can't
Mine and others, if I ever caused you pain
With my weapon in my hand, I never meant to
And if what I lash out with seemed
Like I was very angry and upset
I wasn't very much, more confused
Than anything. But if I hurt you,
I never meant it, so I say I'm sorry
With the only weapon I know, my pen and paper.

I Don't Know

Oh how I am so happy for you
To see you find a love so true
But everything is so strange
Or maybe I'm deranged,
I don't know.
My feelings for you are unclear
The pain, the agony, the fear
That you could never see me as more than a friend
But, maybe, that's all we'll be in the end.
I don't know.
I have to live with my feelings for you
Though I'm not sure what to do
It's hard to tell what you think of me
Or any of this, but can't you just see?
I don't know.
Seeing you happy with someone else makes me glad
But then I start to feel so sad
Because it's not me with you
If only I knew now what to do
I don't know.

Alone

Now I'm sitting, alone without you
To keep me company or anyone new
Wondering to myself if I'll
Always be lonely, or if only for awhile
You left me standing there alone, and have gone
But those days are past and it is done
You're going out with someone
And I'm still feeling lost and alone
For I still like you
And I don't know what to think, feel, or even do
Now I'm sitting all alone with no one but myself

Thinking

And now I'm thinking... thinking about you
I wonder what can I do?
I have feelings for you still
But you are going out with someone, for good or ill
Even though I want to scream out deep down
"For ill!!" I want you to be happy and not to frown
and be sad. I hope everything will be good
Just for your heart's sake it should
But I'm always thinking...thinking about you,
My feelings, and how I really like you.

Dieing Land

The rolling plains
lay in front of me
Another hill to cross
Another day of pain

The dead trees
to my right
The barren landscape
nothing else in sight

The sickly river
running beneath me
flowing towards oblivion
one more arrow in my quiver

My once-beautiful home
changed horribly by those
coming from the East
the white folks

Visions

The green forest
all around me
The peaceful sounds
while taking my test


No food or water
for three days straight
The wind biting, howling
I could feel comfort later

Out of the darkness
A dream comes to me
Scenes of the future
Yet I watch steadfast

Omens of portent
showing a war
But not against each other
New folk we fight against

White was their skin
Light was their hair
Dark was their coming
Where had they been?

I went back
the elders nor
the council believed me
They told me to pack

Here I am looking
At the destruction
That they have wrought
I sleep peacefully dieing

The Lament of Elthin

Singing by the river
A beautiful voice
Heard out of the silence
Singing with the trees

A lonely maiden
She was, an elf
Slight was her built
Long was her golden hair

A lover lost in the wars
She was mourning for
"Oh, Elthin, Where
Art thou now?"

"You have left your
Bride-to-be mourning
Softly in the midst
Of the laurel trees

"No more will I see
Your joyful face looking
Down upon me. I
Must seek my own way now

"I shall come to you
Wait for me, to war
I shall go, following
Your own calling

"Pack my bags
Grab some mail
Choose a weapon
Hope I prevail

"Wait for me, my Elthin
I shall be with you
Soon. I go to war
And to my death.

Fleeing

Always it seems to me
That whomsoever I come
To like, just wants to be
"Friends" nothing more

I wonder why this
Is always so
Perhaps it shouldn't be thus
Yet I cannot change it

Needing a different way
I don't where
To turn, but not there
Amongst the dark and frightening

Sad, this has brought
To me thus far
I have no way to go
No place to run

Run I must be fleeing
Always feeling those
Memories that haunt me
Fleeing, fleeing, I must go

Senses

In the darkness, ever light
During the blackness, great sight
In the silence great sounds
Lack of senses, but now all found

Now the time has come
But not enough, maybe some
Nothing will happen, then it could
Perhaps something will come out of that wood

A feeling of anxiety, no longer there
The light, now darkness, none can bear
The eerie silence, changed to great noise
Now nothing, but the men turned to boys

The beast, now man, comes out
Out of the darkness, but light as the sun now
He comes with no pity, kills with compassion
No mercy he has, yet relently to the men

What is this man, now beast
No meal he has, but a feast
Farther away, now near by
Now they who have lived, shall die

Mother

The wind softly singing
The trees gently swaying
The river running quitely
As I sit and watch silently

The lovely woods before me
The high mountains above the trees
The crystal lake on the side
That's where my destination lies

The sounds of my Mother
In my heart, there is no other
The sun was beginning to bake
I did what I came for and swam in the lake

The Deed of King Khazidilon

The dwarves in their ever lust of gold
Dug deep in the mines of old
Where they found in the darkness
A dragon sleeping in his earthen palace

Up they went to convene in the council room
Pondering if they dragon would bring their doom
Perhaps he shall wake and kill them all
Either the dragon or the Dwarven Kingdom shall fall

Then he decided with all his might
That he would be the one to bear the fight
Long he waited to prepare ere the time came
To kill the dragon before he could do the same

Fight not with weapons did he decide
But rather use his head and fight with his mind
To the elves he went for counsel and to tell
His plight so all would know if he fell

Go they said outwit this foul beast
Come back to us when you are done and we shall feast
Back to his underground home went the King
Waiting for the time to tell what the fight will bring

Down he went into the ground to fight
Come back he would lest he was killed by the dragon's might
Close he came to the beast near his feet
Woke the dragon who said, "Now, King, we meet."

Fire bellowed from the ancient wyrm's mouth
Smoke filled the cavern while the King fled south
The wyrm followed behind, heedless of the trap
The dragon upset the King had broken his nap

The King looked before him and saw a great hole
"May the great gods have mercy on my soul."
The king rushed ahead and dove into the ground
The hole the dragon missed, and neither could ever be found

Now we mourn for our heroic lost King
The sacrifice of his life, we now sing
We wait the day he shall come to us again
He saved the lives of all and was a selfless man

The Four Horsemen

"Come hither, child, and let me
tell you a tale. --- The leaves
fell silently as I kept riding
that day. Suddenly up ahead,
I saw a canyon. As I rode
closer, four horsemen approached
me. They offered me the power
to call upon them by their names:
War, Famine, Disease, and Death.
From War, I was given glory
in battle. Famine let me wreak
havoc on my foes, killing their
cattle and grain. Disease came
to my aid by offering suffering
to my enemies. Death, finally,
gave me the power to kill with
a look. I rejected their power,
but they did not go away. They
continue to seek me, even to this
very day. When I look upon my
aged bones, I see I chose right.
But those foes never stopped
chasnig me that night. War is
still out there. Famine is as
common as war. Disease has
brought sickness to the weak. Yet,
Death has conquered all. --- Now, child,
go and never be tempted by powers
such as these. Lest you be doomed
for all eternity." The young man
left and laughed silently to itself
"I think it is time old man."
The youth looked back once
more and the ancient man died.
The leaves fell silently as the
young man rode on.

It's Not Fair

As I walked through the pet store
I found this wonderful little puppy
That I longed to have. I never found
A pet that I liked so much before,
And thought that she liked me.
The little dog was so adorable,
Kind, and sweet. We got along so
Well together. We played in the store
And had lots of fun. We told each other
Everything, secrets only we could
Understand. Our hopes our fears.
I could tell her anything,
And know that she wouldn�t judge
Me, or what I did, and I for her.
But the pup was still coping
The lost of her last master, so
I waited to take her home.
She told me that she wasn�t
Quite ready for a new owner.
I came back everyday to see the pup
Until finally I had the courage to see
If she was ready to come home.
That day I was ready, I went to the store.
But didn't find my puppy.
Someone else had taken her home.
Even after she told me,
She wasn�t ready for a home, she was.
Oh, how I cried because I liked that pup so
But I know there are other dogs
Out there, yet none quite like this one.
But see, it's not fair.
Because I had fallen for THAT dog
And she's no longer there.

The Kiss of an Angel

Oh how I wish it could be so
Not to feel the sorrow of woe
Perhaps it just could be
The lips of an angel on me

The kiss of an angel brought life
That touch ended all my strife
Now all I wait once more in the midst
To feel that angel�s one last kiss

An Angel�s Shadow

As I look in the darkness
Always near me ever heedless
There watches an angel over me
Taking care for all eternity

In times of sorrow and despair
Hands reach down to lift me in the air
In times of danger and trouble
It was always there in the midst of rubble

Trying forever to get a peek
Looking always to seek
Seeing nothing in the window
Except for that of an angel�s shadow

Dreams

Dreams come and go
They pass us by fast and slow
Visions, where you can
Never be hurt they seem to be
But now that my dream is broken
And shattered, it hurts all the more.
Yet I still cling to my broken dreams
Hoping against all hope that I can piece
It back together. But dreams fade
And sometime I will have to
Let my dream float away,
Yet it is too hard now
But when my dream has come and gone,
I'll create a new dream to strive for
And begin my days anew.

Ponder

Why is it that I always have to think
About days gone by,
People gone to destruction's brink,
The world that I
live in. I search for words to say
But no words flow forth.
The words I wish for are lacking always
Have I no need of mirth?
I wish for the dreams of past ages
Of those of a little child
When there were such as wizards and mages
When the days were mild
I ponder about why I ponder and why
I do as I do.
When the day is done, I wonder and sigh
About what or who?
I know not the answer to that
Nor do I think I will
For who can answer and know what
They answer is real
I try to find the words to say
About what I feel
Yet, I cannot express the way.
To me, though, they are real.
How to tell you what you mean to me
Or what you truly are
For no longer can I sit back and be
One who is far
From you. Though I promised long ago
Not to say a word
Until a time was more at hand. So
I hope you heard
What I said. Though I know not if you did
Or if you disbelieve
I wish for you to know (for having once said)
I care for thee

Silence

Words of silence spoken
Why not speak the unspoken?
Does one truly care to keep
a friendship, or must the other weep
Say you not what you want
Speak what you can't
The words are gone evermore
Faded into the past like long lost lore
Why not say a word or two
What is wrong or bothering you
I try to be your friend
Yet it seems that in the end
You aren't trying
Or maybe to myself I am lying
Does our friendship really matter?
Or is it to be thrown into the wind like another?
Will you still try to be friends with me?
Or will you just leave it be?
Will the sands of time mend?
For all I only ask is to be your friend.

Hour Glass

The sands move in the hour glass
Dropping, one by one to mark time
And yet here I am at last
Trying to make a good scheme of rhyme
The words I want are no longer here
They have left me long ago
Yet I still fear
Those days of sorrow and of woe
For here they come once again
From out of the past they have come
The hour glass, once more its journey begun
The sands of time retravelling some
No longer do the sands still flow
Inside this faithful glass
For someone struck a blow
And the sands pour, the glass broken at last

Wind Upon the Sands

The wind blows upon the sand
Everchanging the desolate land
Out of the whirlwind
There comes a mind
And in there darkness
There stands a figure voiceless
A wind howling in the desert
Awakening the alert
Shifting the dunes
Uncovering the long lost runes
Hiding modern thoughts
And all else that man wroughts
Still the wind does blow
Across the desert below
Changing the way life seems
Filtering out the sun's golden beams
Until nothing of life still stands
The wind blowing harshly against the sands

Test

The same test
Each must take
Is but our life
Whether or not
We pass or fail
Though truly that
Is all that matters
For the ultimate grade
Is whether or not
We are doomed to hell
Or destined for paradise.

The Search for the Lost Blue Istari

Where didst they journey
Wither which land didst they wander
To the far east where even
The White dare not tread
Or to the far south
In the land of the cruel Haradrim
Whence will they return to their native land
Valinor, the mighty, the strong
From whence even the White of many Colours
The bleached Grey, and the earthly Brown set forth
Yet five came to Men, and only one returns
Who were you? The Blue is all legends say
Mere mortal men remember not your true purpose or design
Even the newly White knew nothing of yourselves
What is your tale
Surely it must be a great one
But no ears has it fallen upon
Didst thou perish in the lands unknown
Far beyond the realm of Elessar
Or didst thou befriend the wild men of the East
Becoming advisors of their cheif men
Perhaps thou lived amongst the lowly of the land
Curing sickeness and disease wherever thou mayest wander
Art thou bent on returning to the Blessed Realm
Or must thou forever wander the lands of men
Your tale needs be told, but who should relate it
The search goes ever on
For the true tale of the Blue Istari

Untitled

The scorching metal
The hammers hitting anvils
The orcs multiply
Preparing for war
Servants of Mordor
Of the Great Eye
Of Sauron, the Mighty
The dreaded lord
of Barad^dur and Mirkwood
Out of their caverns
Deep within the Misty Mountains
They march forth
Upon the foces of good
That defend Middle-Earth
Some among them
Serve the White Hand
Yet still the Fighting Urak-hai
Prevail amongst the beasts
Oh what wonders they destroyed
Deep within the darkest depths
Of Moria, Khazud-dum
They slew Balin
King of Moria
And even there
The Grey nearly perished
By their hand
With the defeat of Sauron
They fled foolishly into their holes
Some survived but most perished
Yet still in those long forgotten
Dark, dank, Dwarven tunnels
The sound sof anvils ring forth
The orcs vengeful
Prepare for war their last time

Dreary Days

This dreary day weighs me down
Trying to think things through
But all I see are shadowed objects
The clouds hang down from the sky
Looks like rain if you ask me.
Life is but a storm
One must ride out
Until the end
When all is safe and well
Though, during life's storm
In the distance
A beam of light shines down
From amongst the thunder and lightning
A ray of light, a ray of hope.

Too Late

The breeze blode scattered hearts across the wind
Yet like the heart, so too is gone the mind
For once love prevails, all thought leaves
Goes away like company unwanted grieves
The loss of their host, but yet almost
Such thought is not found, at most,
Not usually, some would say
Yet others argue thought will stay
Though only one true thing can be said of love
None are perfect until with them you fall in love
And afterwards, once it's all said and done
Nothing is perfect in your eyes, not one
None know what this sad tale does relate
But perhaps to say that you loved someone, before it's too late.

Copyright 2001 Matt Niemerg. All rights reserved.