| POEMS |
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| "It Was Only A Dream" By: Delyn Date Written: August 6, 2001 AOL im Screen Name: Punkdevil68 Email: [email protected] Visions of hate and death haunt me in my dreams. Sometimes of my friends, sometimes of my enemies. But it�s always the same, in the end, they�re all dead. Whether it be by stabbing them, slitting their throat, or pushing them off a cliff, I always wonder: do I really want them dead, Is it my subconscious, telling me how I feel? Or is my head playing games with my heart? Or does it have some hidden meaning? Every day, when I wake up from this hell, all I see is a rush of images of what mind my mind has done, All I feel is pain and sadness that my mind could kill my closest friends, but when I see and hear them alive and well, I always remember, It was only a dream............. |
| Troublesome Melodies By: Ian Laughrey Aol Screen Name: Ianace see your tears, feel your pain taste your fears, nothing gained for this life you have lost in my strife that has this frost from your cold shoulder, from your black sun it makes me bolder, but no one�s won In this sad game of love and death of sounds and tones and our cool breath on the hottest day that we could feel this sparkling stab, though nothings real and all i hear and all i see i feel your touch, it sets me free and maybe we'll run, maybe not maybe we'll frown at this little pot of all these troubles that we�ve stirred up yet perhaps we�ll live and not give up and i will know, that there�s still a chance, say anything's possible, we'll be hand in hand, and we will run, and we will hide, yes we will turn, to face the pride |
| Letter to Daisy By: Ian Laughrey AOL Screen Name: ianace Into this world I come Not for their sake but my own Forgive me for I know Not what to do alone Give me the strength to love And the strength to lose For narrow is the path And here I�m left to choose For there is all I want No it does not make me proud Because all I want Would never be allowed So with all the right intentions As lover and or friend And as blindness as my light Tonight I�m born again |