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This is Who I Am
The search
Can’t find
Meaning
What I need
The fear
The anger
The love
Overwhelming me throughout time
Too hot
Not enough
Confusion
Loss of respect
No time
Running out
Terror
Anxiety
Shaking fingers
Bursts of emotion held in
No exit
Loss
Loneliness
I’m alone
Too alone
I am just one
Too many
Too few
Understanding? Never
Compassion?
No care
No love
Do I laugh?
No
I cry
I need my fire once again
It is lost
It is dead
Pain!
Too much
Death: my wish
Uncomprehending unemotional people
I am smaller still
Loss
Despair
Loneliness
Cold
It is too cold
Fear
Why?
I deserve it
I must
I am poor at heart
I search for something I cannot find
I desire something that cannot be
I want something I cannot have
I don’t know what
Too many people
Too little understanding
Too little caring
The hate
The anger
My loss
My solitude
Unbroken
My understanding is gone
My hope is lost
My knowledge has fled
I will die
If I am not already dead
I love without receiving
I give without taking
I honor without exploiting
I respect without joking
I live without living
This is who I am

-4/8/99

Lazy Crazy Insane
I sit around all day, doing nothing.
I pick my nose and wipe it on the floor.
I stare at the ceiling, wondering what I'm feeling.
My mind is so slow I don't even know I'm bored.
My eyes roll back, deep inside my head.
I vaguely think I should get back into bed.
My mind wanders through what I want to do,
But I stay, lying limp beside my bed.
I know I'm insane, doing nothing with my day.
I should probably go to class.
I know I'm crazy, cos I'm just really lazy.
All I can think to do is sit here on my ass.
Wasting time, I let the day go by.
My eyes wander and I scratch my ear.
Nothing to do, yet everything must get done.
I just don't want to do it until the time is near.
I am grateful for my intelligence.
If I didn't learn so fast I'd surely die.
I sit and fart because I am so smart;
I don't need to go to bed and cry.
I lie around all day, looking bored.
I cannot think of anything to do.
My brain says no. It doesn't want to go.
I really need something interesting and new.
By nightfall, I'm still not fully dressed.
I never found the time to dress myself.
It's bedtime for me, so that's where I should be.
But moving one inch would surely be hell.
I'm lazy crazy insane in my head.
I'm too tired to try to go to bed.
It's the good life today; forever I will stay.
Work? I'll always be a slacker instead.

-4/12/99

She is Better Than I
She stands nearby.
Yet so far away.
But all the time I think of her,
All night and all day.
She's waiting for something,
And though I venture to guess,
I am probably wrong,
For I am not at my best.
I see her from afar;
I wish she was near.
I see her, I can feel her,
But she is not here.
Her light shines to me,
A golden light, intense and strong.
Her light holds me near,
Keeps me close, everlong.
The stars in her eyes
Show me her beauty and grace.
Perfect are her lips,
Her hands, her arms, her face.
A sapphire flame,
Glowing strong in her heart:
The symbol of true love,
Never breaking apart.
Golden hair of sunrise,
Blazing halo streams,
Keeps me alive at night,
Keeps her in my dreams.
She is wonderful,
Special, kind, magnificent,
Beautiful and friendly,
Hilarious and omnificent.
She has the best life
That I can imagine.
She has everything.
She lives in a heaven.
She has people ask her out;
She has the love of a dad;
She has wealth and security;
Stuff I don't think I have.
She is happy and good,
And a popular girl.
She lives a good life,
And I envy her.
I am just a number
Lost in space and time.
I am not near worthy
Of letting her be mine.
Everyone likes her,
Including myself.
And being without her
Is like going through hell.
She has it it all,
She shouldn't waste it on me.
She is an angel,
And people love her, not me.
Simply perfect
Is the only way to describe her.
She is the fifth element;
Everyone loves her.
Wherever she goes,
The people gather around
To watch her work wonders,
To brighten a crowd.
Wherever she is,
The people all smile.
For she is the one
Making them happy all the while.
And all throughout time
The people stop and stare
At the perfect girl waiting,
Simply standing there,
Working wonders.

-4/17/99

Beggar's Morning
Tired,
Lying his head down on his pillow.
He doesn't want the day to begin.
A sunny morning,
The dew wet on the grass.
He doesn't want to have to wake up again.
A poor room
Is the only home he has.
His family has left him with nowhere else to go.
Day to day he struggles,
Trying to keep alive.
The hope of life another day is the only hope he knows.
Scratchy throat and itchy face,
He gets up out of bed.
He wishes there was some other way.
Jobless,
He has to sit out on the street,
Playing tunes for passers-by all day.
Saxophone in hand,
He opened up his case.
Tired lips blow out a lonesome song.
Bright sky.
Lonely man,
Asking for handouts in the sun.
It's a beggar's morning
On the streetside.
People hearing tunes miles wide.
It's a beggar's morning
And the day is new
He wants nothing more than love to grace his life.

Quiet morning,
Except for saxophone.
He plays his passions to people all around.
Sweat gathering
On his forehead,
He plays with eyes bright; never with a frown.
Never mind
The few coins in his case.
He will play enough to buy his meals.
Never mind
The void in his heart.
No one cares to ask how he feels.
It's a beggar's morning
On the streetside.
The day is young, and the sun is rising high.
It's a lazy day
And people listen to him play.
His music is the only love in his life.
It's a beggar's morning
And the day is young.
For his living, all he does is play.
And when this day
Is finally through,
He'll have enough money to survive another day.

-4/22/99


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