-9/2/99
Sprite
-9/3/99
Listen
-9/3/99
Remember Me
-9/3/99
Regret
-9/5/99
Failure
-9/5/99
Don't
-9/6/99
Always
-9/6/99
Dream
-9/7/99
Longing
-9/7/99
Love
-9/7/99
Inspiration
-9/9/99
Uncertainty
-9/9/99
Sweet
-9/10/99
A Taste of Things to Come
-9/13/99
Becoming
-9/13/99
Start Over
-9/13/99
Naked Future
-9/13/99
Meant to Enjoy
-9/15/99
Drifting
-9/15/99
Paradise
-9/15/99
What I Need
-9/16/99
Sparrow
-9/16/99
Indecision (Dialogue Between Naive and Wise)
-9/21/99
God
-9/23/99
Polyester World
-9/28/99
Sweetness
-9/28/99
The green of the bottle stands out in the light.
The blue of the top: a royal delight.
The curves of the body, so healthy and strong
Won't be filled with liquid for long.
And even though I won nothing for free,
I'm glad that the drink belongs to me.
And it will always remain in my sight;
For it is the best in the world: a Sprite.
Talking with you I almost cried;
For you ignored me.
I could have collapsed on the floor
When you turned away.
When I needed you,
You were not there.
I could have fallen to my death
When you left the hole in my heart.
I spoke to you,
But you did not listen.
You had better things to do.
I try to be with you often,
But you cannot.
You are very busy.
When I spoke with you,
Your ears were open,
But your mind was shut.
It is as if you put up with me.
I don't want that.
What I felt for you once,
The excitement, the thrill,
Is venturing away.
I want you to come back to me.
Please listen; I have things to say.
I offer you my mind, my soul, my heart,
But you take what you cannot return.
For that, I am sorry.
I enjoyed my time with you once.
I want to enjoy it again.
Please be with me;
For I want to be with you.
When all your days go by,
And you are old and frail,
Will you remember me?
When your children care for you
And your husband's at your side,
Will you remember me?
When you are finally a big star
And your future will be set,
Will you remember me?
And when you are at home
With your closest family,
Will you remember me?
When you lie awake at night
And you see the star above your head,
Will you think of me?
When you hear a song,
One that makes you smile,
Will you think of me?
When someone steals your heart
And you hold his too,
Will you remember me?
When you do the simple things
That we shared with each other,
Will you remember me?
When you walk the tight path
Between wrong and right,
Will you think like me?
When things seem at their worst
And there's no one else around,
Will you think of me?
When you feel all alone,
So cold you want to cry,
Will you weep for me?
When you need something good,
When you really need a smile,
Will you remember me?
Through good and bad,
Through happy and sad,
I will remember you.
When I need some comfort
When I am so alone,
I will remember you.
When I need a smile
On a day I'm feeling blue,
I will remember you.
Through all the changes,
Through all my tears and joy,
I will remember you for all time.
Will you remember me?
How to speak I know not.
Tightly shut is my mouth;
Frozen is my tongue.
What to think I know not.
When the obvious is ambiguous,
Ration escapes me.
How to feel I know not.
Many emotions flow,
But none to the surface.
When to surrender I know not.
Brave am I;
For I master the most difficult.
Whom to trust I know not.
Trust comes with time,
And time is scarce.
When I will smile I know not.
Uncommon are endorphins.
The pleasures of life have gone.
When I will cry I know not.
Tears pour forth like showers,
Yet the sun still shines.
When I will love I know not.
Irrational is love,
Yet unimaginably beautiful.
When I will live I know not.
Wherefore must we live
When we are only made to suffer?
When I will die I know not.
To the lucky comes death;
For their time has gone.
When to calm I know not.
Worry do I,
Largely of us.
When to go I will know precisely.
I will leave when all else fails
And the fire in my heart has faded,
When the object of my desire
No longer enjoys me,
When my shattered heart
Lies upon the floor,
When the day comes
That I must turn to the future,
Learn from the past,
And live for the present.
Then it will be time to go.
My heart breaks when I pour my life and soul into things,
Only to find they are lost causes;
When I try my hardest to succeed,
And fail miserably at the simple task;
When all my strength into one thing I outpour,
To see it collapse onto me, devastating;
When my universe, the one I take for granted,
Changes swiftly in the blink of an eye;
When I try to realize my goals,
Only to be overwhelmed in the end.
don't cry for me
i have enough tears for both of us
don't love me
i can love without being loved
don't laugh with me
i don't want to think you are laughing at me
don't talk to me
i don't need your words of daggers
don't play with me
i don't need fun to survive
don't listen to me
i might not have important things to say
don't right my wrong
i want to have a difficult time
don't see me for who i am
i don't want to frighten you
don't be patient with me
i don't need your time as much as you do
don't care for me
i am used to being alone
don't love me
i don't want you to be disappointed
don't cry for me
i cry often enough already
Through the darkest of times,
Through the tears,
Through all my pain and loss,
Through my suffering and my despair,
Through the life I live;
Through the best of times,
Through the love,
Through the smiles and joy,
Through the hugs and kisses,
Through our mutual delight;
Through everyday life,
Through the phone calls,
Through school and home,
Through the writing and reading,
Through all the time spent away;
You are always there.
And I thank you.
I had a dream last night.
It was not poetic, but I enjoyed it.
Dreams are rare.
I dreamed of you last night.
I dreamed of holding your hand,
Your arm pressed gently against my body.
I dreamed of holding you close,
And you pulling me tighter against you.
I dreamed of close moments
On land and sea,
And of future happy times together.
What a great feeling,
To know you are wanted,
To know you are cared for.
I know I will have a good day today.
I have felt you in my arms,
Beneath the stars as we lay on the ground.
In my grasp I have felt your heart
Beating contentedly from within.
I have seen your hopes and desires,
And I want to make your dreams come true.
Your cries have reached my ears,
And I wish to answer.
I have seen your essence
In your voice and writing.
I cannot get enough of you;
For you are the drug that keeps me alive.
I wish I could be with you forever,
But the distance between us is great.
All I can ask of you
Is to give me your heart.
You already have mine.
Hate has never been a concept I could understand.
Dislike, perhaps, is as close as I have come.
This dislike comes from all things, big and small,
But in time, when it has run its course, it is gone.
I cannot conceive of hate, but I know love.
It is bright and beautiful and full of smiles.
It is honesty and passion and sharing of lives.
It is a high without drugs, making me run for miles.
Love is the beauty of the goddess Athena,
The comfort of family and friends who are always there,
The feel of skin on skin, the excitement of touch,
The dedication to someone other than self.
But while I feel all this, Love is confusing.
Not knowing thoughts directly, misunderstanding,
Denial, lack of insight and reciprocity,
All contribute to the perplexity in my heart.
Knowing all this, I will still go on,
Despite the confusion Love may bring,
Because it is the most wonderful feeling imaginable,
And I would give it up for nothing.
Where do you go for inspiration?
Where are you happy alone?
Where do you go to let it all sink in?
Where do you feel most at home?
Where does the heart of your mind flutter by,
Like a leaf on a cool autumn day?
Where can you write and not be shy
With the words you are going to say?
Where do you get your inspiration?
From the sun, the moon, or the stars?
From the bright eyes that say you love someone?
From an eagle, a swan, or a lark?
Where do you go to set your mind free
Of all the distractions in life?
Where can you say to yourself, "This is me.
I am not wearing my guise."?
Where do you show your inspiration?
Where do your words just come out?
With whom do you share where you begin?
Where do you speak true out loud?
Where can you go to not worry at all,
Where you can speak your mind?
Where do you go to say how you feel
And not have to speak a lie?
How do you use your inspiration?
Do you play music or write songs?
Are you a writer whose inspiration
Has inspired you to write great poems?
Do you draw or do you paint?
Do you design, or show love?
Do you show patience, that you can wait?
Or just go where your mind goes?
How vast is your inspiration?
As long as a million miles?
As far as galactic separation?
As high as a jet flies?
As large as all the globe?
As high as Everest?
As far away as the farthest road?
Or even better than the best?
When can I see your inspiration?
I hope it's sometime soon;
For I can't stand our separation.
I don't like being alone.
I wish upon the stars that I
Could simply come see you.
I miss you, and I would die
If I couldn't be with you.
So let me be your inspiration,
And you can be mine too.
I will give you no frustration
And always be with you.
But please handle me with care,
Because I'm just a guy,
Who knows he will always be there
And will never make you cry.
Let me forever be your inspiration,
And you can be mine too.
And I will use my inspiration
To tell you I love you.
Early in the morning when I lie awake,
I think of little things in the big picture.
I toss about, hopelessly lost,
Undecided and uncertain of many things.
I resolve to stand firm and to decide;
I resolve to ponder more about my life;
I will try to mend myself, to be right;
I resolve to never hide things from myself.
Will it help me through difficult times?
Will it solve the riddle of myself?
I am uncertain; only time will tell.
And all I have left to do is wait.
I pick you, flower, floating on the wind,
Gently stroke your petals, and press you against my heart.
My heart beats for you, faster and faster;
How long can I hold it in?
I melt for you, and you for me;
I wish I could drink you up so you could become a part of me.
Let us sleep together in our minds tonight, my love,
And wake up renewed in the morn.
I bid you goodnight and the sweetest of sweet dreams.
A long time has it taken,
Yet with one stroke it is gone.
A dream come true for me
Has left me in ruin,
All the love spent on hope,
Only to have it return in tears.
My eyes betray my heart,
And I am not fit to live.
What has happened to my soul?
Where has it gone?
I seem to remember seeing it
Not too long ago.
What has happened to my mind?
From where has this cold disease come?
I think I used to feel proud of my mind,
But now it only brings shame.
What has happened to my heart?
Why has it turned to stone?
I believe I recall emotions,
But their memory escapes me.
What has happened to me?
What have I become?
I let myself and the world down,
And I can never forgive myself.
To where should I look for hope,
When all around I create hate,
When those closest to me don't know me,
When I bring misery to the world?
What am I worthy of calling myself,
When I have destroyed feeling,
When I have caused utilitarian pain,
When I am no longer worthy of the title: Human Being?
To whom should I turn for love,
When I cannot give love myself,
When self-delusion rules my mind,
When I care little for myself and less for others?
Where can I go to think,
When thinking only causes harm,
When the evil of change is in my mind,
When I know thinking will be my end?
How can I look to the future,
When I am stuck in the past,
When my body is in civil war,
When I am merely an irrational infant?
Where can I go away,
Where no one knows me,
Where I cannot ruin things,
Where I can start anew?
Where can I go to just start over?
Time moves.
I think,
�Love again?�
Maybe not.
Future uncertain.
Heart damaged.
Eyes wet.
Mouth dry.
I doubt
Whether I
Can love.
Doesn�t matter.
Past done.
Moving on
Without heart.
The tears cried for friends;
The despair after a devestating loss;
The lonliness of being on your own;
The frustration of failed attempts,
And the relief felt after success;
The hope for the future;
A stranger's unsolicited act of kindness;
The comforting smile of a friend;
The excitement of trying something new;
The moments of rejoice after victory;
The satisfaction of creating something,
Either for yourself or someone else;
The selflessness of a dear friend:
This is the life we are meant to enjoy.
I do not harbor anger.
Regret, perhaps, is my most prominent fault.
I would like nothing better
Than to spend a quiet evening with you,
To embrace you, warm and gentle.
I would be the kindest person you know,
And my devotion is always forever.
As I lie in bed, relaxed,
I drift quietly from cloud to cloud,
As you drop sparkling smiles from the stars.
Sitting and listening, mellow,
I dream of the comfort of home.
Eyes gently shutting, I imagine
Love in my life.
Colors and images project themselves
Like the rays of the sun
Hitting the ripples of a pond.
No longer aware of my surroundings,
I sink deeper into dreams
Of blue and gold fancy,
Swallowing the rush of emotion and color.
I float like dandelions
Through the gentle stream of sweetness,
And the deep rose red of passion serenades me,
Eases me closer, tempting imagination,
Warming my heart and body.
You drift into my mind,
Making your way to my heart.
There you lie, in comfort,
And there I hold you, delicate, protected,
In the gentle embrace of my arms.
You, with your kind ways and selfless deeds,
With your bright eyes and smile,
With your passion for beauty,
You bring a smile to my face
When I need one most.
And I treasure you,
As if you were my lifeline,
As if you could inspire me to create wonderful things.
With you, distance is unimportant.
The sounds of music pulse against my ear.
The rainbow of emotions flow through me,
And I bring you closer.
The inspired dreams of future
Roam through the waterways in my mind,
Meandering about their course,
Inevitably encountering you along the way.
As I dream of your affection,
Your heart and mine are one,
And I am in paradise once again.
What I need is to be constantly reminded someone cares.
What I need is to be told everything will be fine.
What I need is something fun to distract my mind from stress.
What I need is a drive to do what must be done.
What I need is understanding, comprehension.
What I need is strength and courage.
What I need is to feel needed.
What I need is to be in love.
I saw a bird pluck with its beak
A twig that was too large to eat.
Struggling for a long time there,
He tried to fly the twig in air,
But too large was the twig that he
Couldn't hold it in his beak.
Giving up, he flew away
To search for food some other place.
All the while it brought a smile
To my tired eyes and face.
I want to feel close to you.
I want you to be close to me.
I want to hold you in passion.
I want to spend time with you.
I want you to sing for me again.
I want to write for you.
I want you to know me.
I want you to help me.
I want you to care for me.
I want you to see me succeed.
I want to love you.
I want you to love me.
God is immortal as people believe,
But he is not divinely good in all his powers.
He helps those who help themselves,
But he does not give unconditionally.
He loves to see progress and development,
But he knows destruction is sometimes needed.
Above all, he can only love those
Who love themselves first.
Our world is polyester and we sit here like lions in the sun.
We scurry about on glass, trying to escape,
But even Aristotle did not see the truth.
Crusaders fight battles, only to be overwhelmed.
I am one who does not belong,
One who knows glass is only liquid;
Eventually the barrier will flow away like water.
I will score the overtime goal and win victory for us all,
And all I ask is to be in your memories.
Sweetness be that fruitful drink from which I gulp down thoughtfully; though shorn's my heart from out my core, your sweetness draws it back to me.
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