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Friends Forever: The Unkept Promise
03:56 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 708
Once we were together,
Friends forever.
Back in the days of childhood glee,
A part in everyone's memory.
As the years have past,
Our friendships didn't last.
They were just promises unkept.
Friends forever,
An unkept promise to stay together.
Friends forever,
Just some words that were never.
Friends forever.
Time fades words that have no meaning,
And no one knows the scars and wounds left behind,
Unkept promises of the worst kind.
Written in 1991
Three Years
03:47 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 712
Three years to live,
That's all you had.
There were so many things,
About this great big world,
That you did not know.
You had just started to learn,
But you had not learned enough.
You didn't know,
What to do in this situation.
So you hid,
Hoping the flames wouldn't find you.
Three years,
Such a short time,
For a human to live.
Your life was taken,
At such a young age,
Just three years.
Three very short years,
Just to think about it brings tears,
To everyone's eyes.
Three years was all you had,
But in such a short amount of time,
So many people grew to love you.
Written in 1994 for a friend's brother that was killed in a fire.
Little One
03:42 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 714
A life taken,
At such a young age.
Only about to begin,
But it happened to end.
Why did it have to happen,
To you...
At such a young age?
It's in the newspapers,
On every front page.
You were so young,
And scared for your life.
You crawled into a cupboard,
And gave up without a fight.
You didn't know any better,
You didn't know what was right.
Your mother was careless,
And it caused you such distress.
She fell asleep with a lit cigarette,
She was the reason,
Why your life was taken at such a young age.
The house engulfed in flames,
She tried to save herself.
She told the firefighters,
There was only two children in the house.
But she forgot you,
The littlest one.
You,
So little and young.
And now tears roll down our cheeks,
And we will always remember you.
You will live in our memories,
For we are not careless,
And we will not forget you,
Little one.
Now you can rest in peace,
And you will never be left alone again.
We love you,
Little one.
Written in 1994 for a friend's three year old brother who was killed in a fire.
Empty
03:29 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 718
Of all the things that I have set my sights on,
Of all the goals that I have set for myself,
Of all the things I want to do,
Of all the things I want to be,
I'm sure of only one of them,
I want you to be here with me.
I want to feel you next to me,
At night while I'm asleep.
I want your shoulder to lean on,
At times that I must weep.
I want to know you love me,
As much as I love you.
I want to know you'll be there,
When I most need you.
I want to make my dreams reality,
Because without you,
I am empty.
Written 8/17/2000
Searching
03:23 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 719
As a lost soul,
I have no clue,
On where to look,
Or what to do.
Searching for that friend,
Almost one hundred percent washed out.
Looking but not finding,
How long must I spend on this bout?
Ever close to the end,
Still searching for that friend.
Looking around,
He's still not found.
When will this journey end?
I continue searching,
Looking endlessly for that friend.
Hoping he's close,
Maybe around the next bend?
Ever searching,
Looking for you.
Written 7/6/1994 for a very dear friend that moved to England a few years prior to that. Even though it's been such a long time, I still think about him often.
Ballad of Billy
03:03 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 726
There was a kid in the city,
Selling crack to get by.
Never went to school,
Just laid back gettin' high.
Now this story ain't no tall tale,
It's a story 'bout a boy,
That didn't want to go to jail.
Now Billy was only sixteen,
A boy who always had big dreams.
When he was only fourteen,
He went out on his own.
All through life,
Billy was alone.
To everybody else he was all hard-core,
But at home he cried himself to sleep on the floor.
As Billy was lying in bed,
Sick of an overdose that went to his head,
He thought about these past 2 years,
Next thing Billy knew he was in tears.
Billy got out of bed and went to the shelf,
He picked up a gun and shot himself.
Written in 1991
Teardrops
02:53 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 729
Teardrops,
Falling from my eyes.
Drowning me,
Choking on my own salty tears.
Flooding the whole room,
I struggle to breathe.
I reach for the door,
I pull it open.
The whole room full of tears splashes out into the hallway,
And trickles down the stairs.
It reaches the bottom,
And slowly slides under the front door,
Soaking into the lawn.
I slowly start crying again.
Written 4/12/1994
The World's Biggest Fuck Up
02:49 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 730
Everything I touch turns to shit.
Everything I love disappears.
Everything I want crumbles before my eyes.
Well, what do you expect?
I'm the world's biggest fuck up.
I don't know how it happened,
But it did.
And so now,
Everything I touch turns to shit,
And everything I love disappears,
And everything I want crumbles before my eyes.
But what else can you expect,
From the world's biggest fuck up?
Written 8/15/1999
Memories
02:33 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 732
In a darkened corner,
Of my mind,
Lays all the stuff,
That's left behind.
Old memories,
Covered with cobwebs.
Things that are better off,
In that darkened corner of my mind.
Things I shoved aside,
So that I could keep my pride.
All my old memories,
Couped up in boxes,
Covered with dust.
From around the corner,
Scurries a little mouse.
Scattering my memories,
All over the dusty floor.
When the memories crash from the corner,
They all come rushing back.
I try to stack them neatly back into the corner,
But to my eye comes one simple tear.
The tear runs down my cheek,
And the memories make me weak.
Written 12/2/1992
Surrounds
02:26 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 734
I'm sitting in my rocking chair,
Staring at the blackness there.
Darkness surrounds me like four brick walls,
It's so quiet you could hear pin falls.
My life passes in front of my eyes,
Past and present,
Oh how time flies!
My mind replays the last four years,
When down my face drips three big tears.
I remember all the fun we used to have,
And all the joy we brought to each other.
All I can think about is you,
And all the things we used to do.
How I wish you were here,
Holding me close and near.
Written in 1992
Black02:10 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 737
Blackened soul
With a black mark on your record
You have been put on a black list
And you have been black balled
As well as black mailed
You are the black sheep of your family
Blackness all around
All alone
Blackened soul
Black
Alone
Afraid
Threatened
Black
Written 7/7/1994
Dead Wrong
01:37 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 742
Turn me around,
Please don't stab me in the back.
I thought you were a true friend,
You were like a mother to me.
Someone I thought I could trust,
No matter what.
But I was wrong,
Dead wrong.
What did I ever do to you to deserve this?
If you have a problem with me,
Take it up with me,
Don't talk shit behind my back.
I have never been so wrong about anyone in my life.
Never been so...
Dead wrong!
Written 12/2/2000
The Wall
01:15 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 743
Brick by brick,
The wall goes up.
Sick of being hurt,
Sick of the pain.
Build the wall,
Never have to feel it again.
No one can get in,
Don't want to let anyone in.
One more brick,
Almost done.
Completely surrounded,
Heart, body, mind and soul.
Alone to deal with my pain,
Alone with the comfort that it won't happen again.
Put up the wall,
No one can penetrate the wall.
I won't let anyone hurt me again.
Written 9/22/2000
Fading
01:10 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 744
I can see it all fading away,
I can feel it all slipping away from me.
I can feel my chances,
My opportunities,
My hopes,
My dreams,
My love,
And my life,
All slipping away.
There are so very few things,
That I hold dear,
And I can feel them all fading.
Written 9/20/2000
The Swing
00:12 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 746
The swing next to me is empty,
For my friend has gone.
No more laughter 'til Sunday,
No more joy for the week.
For my friend has gone,
And left me to seek.
I wrote this poem when I was 5, in August of 1983. It was the first poem I ever wrote.
As Fear Holds Me In Its Grasp
00:09 Sep 11 2007
Times Read: 747
As fear holds me in its grasp,
I try to struggle free.
It's no use,
The hand of darkness is closing tighter around me.
The hand of fear entangles me in its fingers,
I can't get him to let go.
My clothes become ripped and torn,
And the flesh of his hand feels cold on my arms.
His hand is the hand of fear,
And many fear it.
Many are scared,
For the hand is the size of a giant's.
Wrapping itself around my body,
The demon of fear, itself, laughs.
The laugh is strong and deep,
It shakes the earth.
The hand of fear is still closing tighter,
Digging its nails into my skin.
Little lines of blood drip down my arms and legs,
When will this demon let go?
The face of fear is evil,
It turns bright red when things don't go his way.
He says that there is no use for me to struggle,
For he has me under his power.
Under his power,
Under his spell.
He says under his spell he can make me do anything he wants,
As fear holds me in its grasp.
I wrote this poem in the summer of 1991. I won a "World of Poetry" Golden Poet award in June of 1992 for it. I was 14 at the time.
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