| More Poems |
| These next two poems are by a friend of mine named Tim Smith. |
| 60 Dreams a Night I've felt this way before, yet I cant remember when. Because all I've ever held inside. Shrouds all I've ever been. Often im left alone and incomplete, my minds crooked path leaves me hollow. I swore to myself I'd never open my eyes, but all the same the tears still flow. All so temporary, all so fleating, yet worth every moment I'm awake. Last night I was alive, last night I was loved, and to wake up today was a mistake. My New Shag Carpet I woke up today with an itch on my leg, "Maybe from some small insect or spider" I said. But something wouldn't let it go. Something in the back of my head, and thats when i decides to go back to bed. As I recall nothing was different from the day before' well, besides my new shag carpet that lay on the floor. And I started to imagine my carpet was alive, that it was breathing, it was living...... Na I said as I pushed it out of my head with a sigh. It was then when my new shag carpet said to me: "You foolish kid, you were right, and you look about breakfast size to me!" Thats when I knew the bump on my leg wasn't any bug bite at all, but it was a carnivorous shag carpet bite, and one quite small. "Well I think you'll be skipping breakfast today." I said in a frightened daze. Then I flipped out my Zippo and set my shag carpet ablaze. "No more shag carpet for me,I think I'll stick with carpets of fuzz." I said as I stood where my shag carpet once was. |
| and yet another. . . |
| Falling |
| I sat in stillness longing to touch his arm But he�s so far from me in too many ways Opening my mouth could only cause harm So these loved feelings I�m holding days Looking in his eyes Causes my defense to be locked I�m saved when his hair falls in his eyes And the emission is blocked Every word I say is later or sooner said by him Mom told me opposites attract Should I base all of me on this whim Is all of this a fleeting moment or is it fact When will my mind finally be made When will my mind be at ease Will I see the sun or remain in the shade Should I cut down all the trees Does my madness make sense Can my perplexity be perfected Why does this boy make me tense Why has he been selected |