December 2009
4 posts
I wonder why we have certain thoughts or notions. Physical appearances and such. I just wonder dumb things and do worse things. But I want to know why. Why? Why did Hitler decided to hate Jewish people? Why did President Bush run for President? Why do people drive drunk? I have so many questions, so little answers. I wonder…
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In the city when the lights shine bright I see my life as if it were alright No more angst to drive my head dizzy No more pain to make my eyes busy All that’s there is cars moving fast Feeling as if I belong for once, at last
In the suburbs I don’t feel that way There are people I know, things I can’t say Miserable at its best, no place to call my own Not secluded but so alone ...
Darkest One
This poem was written in dark days. The thoughts don’t reflect my being anymore
Dark
I close my eyes Dark Tears fill my young brown eyes Dark Where did I come from to get this bad? What a solid life I’ve so far had? Open eyes and what do I see A young fat girl staring at me With pen marks on where her belly should end She did all this with her blue pen
Mirror, mirror on the wall ...
Why Not Another Poem
Disappear
A fine mess I have created today As you sit in the backseat of my car Absolutely unsure of what I can possibly say next Sitting firmly with my guard armed Imagining what harmless lies I can speak
You say she’s enjoyable to share your time As if no one else’s were capable of achieving it Preserving the glimpse in the approach you verbalize I know you are truly excited and...