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      All poetry was written by me. I post poems that were previously written as far back as 1989. One little note, I never said any of my poetry was good. And certainly not everything is likeable.



          And My Tears Cry

          I keep you here in my memory
          But never shall you my body see.
          My mind cries out to keep you away
          But my heart only wants you to stay.
          How can you do this to your lover?
          What are you trying to cover?
          Can't you just be truthful to me?
          You hurt me; can't you see?
          Why can't you let your past go?
          You wanna speed ahead, though.
          You can't have both, my friend.
          If you keep your past, it's the end.
          All the past brings is pain.
          What is there by to gain?
          I know I loved you forever,
          But you could love me never.
          To wrapped up to notice or see
          At your side I'd always be.
          You were all I ever wanted.
          How could you keep me haunted?
          All those painful memories,
          All those horrid old stories,
          Countless tears I have shed,
          Just over what has been said.
          My broken heart would mend,
          But you wouldn't let it end.
          You tested my undying love for you
          By choosing me to belong to.
          I could deny you absolutely nothing,
          But no longer did I feel such a thing.
          I needed a lover to keep me happy,
          But when I told you, you got snappy.
          I need someone who cares a lot,
          But you were all I got.
          I dreamed about you every night,
          But now all we do is fight.
          You were my everything before,
          But now I show you the door.
          Reconsider what you're feeling
          And who with you're dealing.
          Don't you wanna treat me better?
          She'll overtake your life if you let her.
          Don't go back to your old ways again;
          Keep your dreams, desires where they've been.
          I enjoy the attention you give.
          Ignoring is what I can't forgive.
          I know exactly what you want.
          You were caught by her taunt.
          I would have to become like her
          If we were to continue as we were.
          I know I can't be all you desire.
          When you see me, you don't burn with fire.
          Try to think of me with love;
          Make me all you dream of.
          If you can do it for her,
          You can make me that offer.
          Surprisingly, I can improve;
          I need to you this prove.
          It saddens me to think of this.
          If you leave, 'tis you I'll miss.
          I torture myself with many a song
          So to you I can still belong.
          I must find a common thread
          When everything's been said
          To continue like this as long as I can,
          To keep you here as my man.
          It's all I want, desire, and need
          So I must follow your lead.
          But I also want to think of me;
          I want the chance to be happy.
          But both for me, it can't be.
          Either I have you, or I'm happy.
          And I know how much you're in love with her
          So I should make it as if we were.
          It's sad how we've fallen apart,
          Just how much you broke my heart.
          But everything goes right in the end,
          Even for you, my sweet friend.
          You won't have me to push around.
          You won't hear me make a sound.
          Because I keep you here in my memory,
          But never again shall you my body see.

          Written January 5, 1996

          No, I'm Not Like You

          When times got tough you split
          You spread your seed and deserted
          Your violent temper disrupted the house
          You left in your wake hurt and pain
          No correspondence till you needed something
          I am part of you; yet don't compare us
          When you needed help, I lent a hand
          When you needed food, I gave you things to eat
          When you needed shelter, I invited you in
          I call you dad, yet . . .
          You didn't do those things for me

          Written November 18, 1998

    I Let it Slip Away

    And he will never know
    Just how I loved him so.
    I had it all but let it go.
    He loved me, and I didn't know.
    He was so good to me,
    But this I couldn't see.
    So wrapped up in the past,
    I thought he put me last.
    His words I couldn't believe;
    Finally I had to leave.
    His fantasies so very great.
    I did me, myself hate.
    I couldn't see he didn't.
    He must've but he wouldn't.
    Not when he had me now.
    I won't understand how
    He dropped them totally
    And gave his love to me.
    I ignored all his attention
    Cuz I thought he wouldn't mention
    His others ever again,
    But I can't trust any men.
    I know he'll go back;
    He'll get off his track.
    But I won't be with him.

    Written November 10, 1995

          Life is Hell

          Stab me,
          Shoot me,
          It's all the same.
          Die I will, but without pain.
          My heart's been crying
          For many long years.
          My heart's been dying,
          Bleeding tears.
          There's no more tears
          That I can shed.
          Pain's still here,
          Tho' my heart's bled.
          Kill me now;
          I just can't live.
          The feeling's gone;
          No love for me to give.
          To help out another
          Is what I do,
          But does anyone bother
          To say, "Can I help you?"
          So you can stab me,
          Or you can shoot me,
          But it's all the same.
          Die I will, but without pain.

          Written 1993

    Deception

    An evasive answer
    An odd side glance
    Tiptoeing through the house
    Hushed whispers on the telephone
    Dead silence as you walk into a room
    Misleading and misguided responses
    Laughing behind your back
    The terrible lies
    A quick cover-up

    Written November 30, 1998

    Homeless

    You know not where your food comes from.
    You do not know where you rest your head.
    You wonder where you'll find your clothes.
    Will this winter find you dead?
    Your clothes, they hang from bony shoulders.
    Your shoes are worn with slippery tread.
    You drive not a car; can't ride the bus.
    With weary feet you're always led.
    You receive no mail or packages.
    You communicate with spoken word instead.
    Thanksgiving time is always sad
    Although for once you are well fed.
    No Christmas gifts, no birthday presents.
    You can't remember the last card you read.
    You don't believe in worldly pleasures.
    How can you when the street's your bed?

    Written November 18, 1998

          Untitled

          The blackness covers all thoughts I had.
          My eyes are closed; my heart is sad.
          I sit in silence as I wonder.
          I think of him.  About him I ponder.

          The light is rising; dawn is coming. The world awakens; birds are humming. My thoughts come back as darkness lifts. He left me long ago. My heart still drifts.

          I think of him every once in a while. I'm glad he's gone. I even smile. He left me by dying. Committed suicide. Although I didn't like him, I nearly died.

          Written early 1994

    The Wolf

    A lonely wolf howls
    And I wonder why
    I know I'm lonely
    I'd like to cry
    I want a way out
    Maybe I could die
    I hear the wolf
    It howls a sad cry

    Written 1992

          Untitled

          Teardrops fall upon my pillow.
          My heart is broken, torn.
          You left so early, without warning.
          I sit here in my room and mourn.
          The house is deathly silent.
          I feel terribly all alone.
          My love for you would live forever.
          I cry, only for you, I moan.
          The news was terrifying.
          It made me oh so sad.
          He took you from me,
          And he made me so mad.
          I'll always be thinkin' of you.
          I didn't want you to die.
          You were coldly murdered.
          These thoughts make me cry.
          I miss you all the time,
          Even when we were together.
          I loved you too much, babe.
          I hoped it would be forever.

          Written 1994

          Who am I?

          I am the bad in a world of good.
          I am the black in a picture of white.
          I am the b*tch who complains.
          I am the ugly in a crowd of beautiful.
          I am the hell in comparison to heaven.
          I am the devil walking with the angels.
          I am the thorn on a beautiful rose.
          I am the caterpillar in a butterfly.
          I am the fat in a world of skinny.
          I am the zero in a time of one hundreds.
          I am the love that goes on unrequited.
          I am the detestable in a world of desirable.
          I am the despair in yer life.
          I am the decaying in yer world of living.
          I am the growl deep in yer throat.
          I am the snap that sends you over the line.
          I am the weapon in yer murder.
          I am the yell calling forth from yer lips.
          I am the wrong for yer right.
          I am the witch who taunts yer princess.
          I am the snow on yer warm day.
          I am the rain on yer summer day.
          I am the cloud on yer sunny day.
          I am the loser to yer 1st place.
          I am the stop to yer go.
          I am the limits to yer dreams.
          I am the reality to break all yer fantasies.
          I am the no to yer yes.
          I am the pitbull to yer poodle.
          I am the cat who ate yer bird.
          I am the sh*t yer stuck picking up.
          I am the disease that infects yer body.
          I am the god who controls yer destiny.
          I am the bully who takes yer lunch money.
          I am the hate that rages within you.
          I am the picture that repulses you.
          I am the conscience you feel nagging you.
          I am the image that makes you feel better about being yourself.
          I am the depression that takes over yer life.
          I am the wave of trouble in yer sea of calm.
          I am the fight between you and everything.
          I am the hurt that pricks you.
          I am the chains that keep you bound.
          I am the blanket that smothers you.
          I am the fire that burns you.
          I am the husband that beats you.
          I am the wife who has cheated on you.
          I am the deceit that fools you.
          I am the knowledge you have of good and evil.
          I am the curiosity you crave.
          I am the pain you endure.
          I am the corruption in yer soul.
          I am the blood that spills from yer body.
          I am the anguish you express.
          I am the shadow you cast.
          I am the nagging suspicion of doubt.
          I am the one you ignore.
          I am the one you tease.
          I am the desire that you never find.
          I am the thirst that you never quench.
          I am the needs that you can't fulfill.
          I am the nirvana that you can never achieve.
          I am the sheriff that keeps you locked up.
          I am the dealer that keeps you f^cked up.
          I am the lie that you believe.
          I am the tear that you cry.
          I am.

          November 1995



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