Poem 16

Friends...or enemies?

Friends

Seemingly nice

Seemingly warm

Seem to be kind and caring.

Why do they run

Why do they hide

Why do they turn their backs on you?

When you need it most

Their mouths are shut

No words of advice

Seem to whisper from them to you.

How can they do

What they do

It seems so cruel

So selfish

Makes no sense.

Friends

Who are betrayers

Are no friends

At all.

7/31/2004

Poem 15

Politics

Bunch of bull

Bunch of ridicule

Bunch of empty promises.

Nothing to offer

Nothing to give

Nothing to keep things going.

Everything to ruin

Everything to give up

Everything to crash and fall.

Left to dust

Left to non-existence

Left to us with no hope at all.

7/27/2004

Poem 14

Fears

Thinking

Of love, of life, of being

Of everything that comes to mind.

Afraid to live, afraid to die

To touch, to speak, to feel

To do anything at all.

Mind rushing, thoughts flashing

Through my head, my arms, my body

Through everything and anything.

Shaking all over

Scared to death

Body heaving

Mouth trembling

Legs quivering

Brain exploding

Crashing all at once.

7/26/2004

Poem 13

Pictures

A picture's worth a thousand words I'm told

What words can't begin to describe

The way I think, the way I feel

What my heart sees through my eyes.

The picture seems so lifeless

Tainted with color and fingerprints

Smudges gleam the glossy surface

The message seems to shine through, though.

Stories are told

Lives begin, tales unfold

Scenes emerge in my mind

Creating images that last forever.

Memories glide through my head

Rummaging, flashing like bulbs

On and off they turn inside

Moving swiftly on.

The notebook closes

My folder's shut

All I can see now

Are pictures fresh and ready.

Waiting for color

Waiting for truth

Waiting for their lives to start.

7/26/2004

Poem 12

The Drink

The Drink

Home for the weak

Refuge for the fools

The ones who seem

to think they're cool.

The Drink

Makes them gross

Makes them vile

Nothing they do

Is deemed worthwhile.

The Drink

Makes them crawl

Makes them stumble

All their dreams

Crash and crumble.

The Drink

Is their choice

Is their fault

Putting many lives

To a halt.

The Drink

Home for the lonely

Refuge for the poor

The souls who always

Need just one more.

6/11/2003

Poem 11

Memories

Looking out the window

All I see is trees

Sunlight shines overhead.

The impenetrable sun

Touches all it sees

Into gold.

Memories float by

Swift as time

Never looking back.

All those fun and games

Will now remain

Only in my head.

The way trees can just stay there

Endless, for all time.

Seems to be so simple.

I cannot picture

Even for an instant

The true world beyond.

5/29/2004

Poem 10

Time

Time

An agent of the universe

A progressor through the ages

Our never-dying brother

Who can see all

Taste all

Feel all

And hear all.

Time

An operator of goodness

A possessor of the evils

Our o'erpowering father

Who can touch all

Speak all

Fear all

And sense all.

Time

An usher of the order

A deemer of commands

Our evercaring mother

Who can heal all

Seek all

Brave all

And know all.

Time...

Who can be all.

5/28/2004

Poem 9

Moving On

Everything's so sad

People moving, people leaving

Some never to return.

It seems like yesterday

That we were all together

In that place we called preschool.

All my friends as one

A group that could be trusted

No one dared divert.

School changed

We changed

Everything all changed.

Elementary school, junior high,

High school most of all.

Alterations were made here.

Some will be forgotten

Some will stay a legend

Some will remain true.

All I know now is

For definite, for real,

I've had the best time of my life.

5/28/2004

Poem 8

Never...Always...

As graduation passed

Time seemed to fly by quickly

Never stopping, always moving

Time going by so fast.

The beginning seemed so short ago

Little kids dressed in funny clothes

Never waiting, always growing

Kids going with the flow.

Days passed on without a thought

School seemed to us so boring

Never ending, always learning

School was where we were taught.

Now those days are far gone

My class of two thousand and four

Never forgetting, always remembering

We have all moved on.

5/28/2004

Poem 7

The Maximum



My heart pounds steadily faster
My nerves become my master
Every fear in my body
Rising to a maximum.

Energy flowing from my veins
To my heart and to my brain
Scared to death, afraid of it
The time has finally come.

On the floor I sweat, I shake
Will I go or will I break?
Stumble, fall, yet rise again
I have a achieved a triumph.

Victory so fine and sweet
On this day I did compete
For the title of my dreams
I've achieved my maximum.

11/5/2003

Poem 6

The Bruise

Big bump

Oozing, swelling, growing

Simply rechid

Smelling, disgusting, gross

Blue bruise

11/5/2003

Poem 5

Rain

Clouds billowing overhead

Shapes and forms so plentiful

Shifting, moving, crossing

Across the empty gray sky.

Drops of glistening rain

Newly formed, just born

Rushing, sprinting, shooting

Falling endlessly toward death.

The rain coursed through my body

Like blood

Chilling me with coldness

Dreary, empty, sad

Yet free

Free like the wind in summer

Hot, sweaty, humid

Yet sweet.

10/29/2003

Poem 4

Sensory Topics

Glistening drops of rain so round

Fall like icicles to the ground

Water

Smooth, wet, simple

Indifferent to the world

It falls, it cries, it weeps

Never happy.

10/29/2003

Poem 3

Untitled

Black starry night

How the wind blows not

All is still and calm

Bright lights from above

Clear, shining, yet dark

Signal of the storm to come.

10/15/2003

Poem 2

Haiku

A curse within walls

Love does echo distantly

Yet beyond my reach.

Closely I wander

By the river, green and blue

Thinking soft and calm.

Blue October sky

So vast, so open, so high

I long to take part.

Open white blossoms

Tremble with new fallen dew

Cry of a flower.

10/15/2003

Poem 1

Open Meadows

Days in the summer 

when the violets, tulips, and daffodils bloom, 

my friend and I visit the meadow's open room.

The meadow is always inviting 

when the sun is shining and the sky is clear. 

This is how we can sense 

that the meadow wants us here. 

Hand in hand, we frolic and play 

Beside the flowers and lovely trees. 

Together, forever, as long as we want. 

That is how we know we're at ease. 

As we sit down to have lunch at noon, 

We try to recall 

Back to the days long forgotten, 

When we both were very small. 

We soon begin to chat and laugh 

For hours on and on 

Until we realize that the moon 

Has told us it is dawn.