Poems
(a lot of these poems do not make since, as you will notice. some shouldn't even be called a poem, but anyways...)
| A place in a little town
- Back in a place, in a land before time, I visited a
home, that I yearned to be mine. Even though I was young,
the memory remains, strong and majestic, like a calming
rain. My grandparents home, brilliant & bright,
brought joy & happiness into my life. I followed my
path quickly up to a swing, & swung about, ever so
carefree. This home has made me out to be, a kind &
loving darling. For inside & out, for the years that
have passed, I love it all, & it will never become my
past. (I am not a darling, I wrote this poem for someone because it was their assignment in class that I did for them, because they claimed they sucked at writing. She (Ashley Green) made an A on the (my) assignment.) |
Yesterday was better than the day before, after yesterday though, is such a bore. I can not dream, I can not fight, because of a guilty consience of rage and might. I will try harder, I'll hang in there, exploring new things day and night. It's hard to write in standard form, I don't care though.. With my luck, I'll die in the next storm. |
Forever in my silence - Forever in my silence, I lie to myself & say that I am well. The truth wants to come out - it's on my face, and out of this whole world, only you could tell. |
I won't throw a fit, I am just so sick of it. Hold my close -- oh no, you have been told. Concentrate on folk lore, being cool is such a bore. Don't hurt yourself, like I want to get some help... Surrealistic fright -- if the wind blows just right. Could we take a ride? I have so much on my mind. Oh -- I am so afraid. So turn to him. He never found religion, a wiseman showed him the way. It has all begun to get better though, because he has been told. |
Help me, I'm hungry. I'm so ******* hungry, feed me the tools of life. (don't ask me) |
For the nursing home workers (dedicated to Dave Grohl even though it's stupid) - For the many death's your eyes have witnessed, you are pronounced numb. You provide for the weak hearted, and go against the flow. I'd praise thee, all and one. I definantly do, think I am dumb. -- It took the praise of a warm heart, to point me high, and where to start. -- Thank you for all you have done for me. -- Thank you for your providence in caring for me. Now in this nursing homne, I love and praise thee. |
There are other poems, or the so-called, but you would really think I am a freak, so I would rather burn them than put them up on display... Enjoy! |