JOHN
Requiem to my old hunting friend
my loneliness
i wonder through the darken sky just to see life as it passes me by to find a friend for me gentle as rain does fall pure as a test of time i walk alone scared to say anything im sorry for my loneliness if im gone i just want to be missed i wonder th
paradise
these days, it's hard to find my way the roads now filled with shadow gray beseeching above, this I pray somewhere, somehow, find you one day far too few and far too far are my memories of you can we go back to the beginning? when sweet love w
LONGINGS
Late at night I sit by myself, thinking of lost loves, remembering the feelings that caused the blood to rush, the spirits to soar and the world to seem a more colourful and joyous place. But now, sitting on the outside as a watcher rather
dismality
it has begun process of dread, that which I fear but knowing full well it only was due there goes my joy seems to pass so quickly each year all spirit sapped when sweet summer is through ever the trees have too soon made to shiver thus shaki
winters blue
iv been through sorrow pain hurt but now i feel the nothing inside as i hold my broken heart for all to see
Free drive through breathalyzer tests!
not really poetic
The tears of the healer...
I'm a healer..., nuff said...
Pain
there is a deeper meaning than suicide to this piece of writing...what do you think it is?
forgive me forgive you
the damage can last for eternity
tormented by the tormentor
tormented by the tormentor the harvest soul the drawn sky darkened by the people of unholy realms the death toll 14 million the heart inploding in to the fire world we the people suffer from war to to genicide we kill each other to save are selfs we
happy humble honest graceful gentle you
be what you know is right for you theres no reason to hate
Buzz Kill # 3
Sadness Theme Reflections on a cold dreary February night (after a coupla beers)
Sad
Hurt
Uncertainty Crosses My Miserable Mind
It's about the confusion of being alone after a long period in a relationship. On the one hand I'm free to do what I like, when I like. On the other hand I feel lonely, and wonder has my being single got something to do with my personality.
Birthday blues
yes folks this really did happen, sad huh
my bed
I don't like to go to bed But can't think of a better place when Morpheus calls me...
Tired of being Lonely ~
Based on true story.
Here She Comes Again
A person I met who was sadly addicted to heroin, (the 'she' in this song is heroin.)
Could You Just Say?
I have a friend. But do I, do I? Is she just pretend? Is she just in the sky? Could you be my friend? Could you really be there? Could you be pretend? Could you really care? Just say you love me. Just say it again. Just say you’ll alway
Two heart-beats, that never stops…
it is about two girl friends and their relatonship, after reading my new poem A PHONE CALL, they met again......
war
i had this awhile now and its sad to see the young women and men die i hope this don make anyone mad im not going for that i miss my friend it was for him
Old Man
You can oft bring a lot of joy to the elderly simply by acknowledging their existence. Take the time they can be very interesting to talk to.
The Chase Is On
Just something over a cup of coffee..i face myself with feelings and write
I'm not asking much...
About how I feel, I have try to to blow away the dark cloud but it always come again and again
A PHONE CALL
Its about two girl friends , who shared their life, and separated after one's marriage....
Depression
A bit of a work in progress.
"The Death of me"
Please let me have what's left of my self. I couldn't save you from yourself! There's nothing where my heart should be! Why can't you just let me be? You always took more than you need. Can't you see when you feed I'm the one that bleed?
my life
just my life
The Way It Is
I wrote this poem after having gone through intense radiotherapy for Tongue Carcinoma and secondary neck Cancer in 2003. The pain and discomfort, as well as having to survive on liquids through a tube in my stomach for eight months was almost too much to bare. This poem reflects my thoughts at that particular stage in my life
I MISS YOU!
everone knows,what it's like to lose a loved one,the pain is very personal,and deep,i wrote this for my dad a few months before he died,i had a sinking feeling that there was not much time left,call it a sixth sense,i'm not really sure,this was a very personal poem to me,but to help in grieving,i'm sharing it with all of you.
the end
as I have walked on this road I felt the presence of old good times that were and are still of they, I can't get my fill since always seemed like they'd last never failed to fill my glass but now I can't fill my cup promise has all been used
Nite at the Races
Never bet more than you are prepared to lose.
Whining and Dieing}:psycho treatment
ample ramble
Only The Heart Really Knows
The wounded heart!
rut
you and I been a long time, wasting our time, on ourselves we've been out sendin' glances, warm romances, to someone else all the time, times been passin', with little passion with the one we hold can you feel the cold? it sure has gotten ol
Did you think...
Did you think I wouldn't go? Did you think I wouldn't leave? When you were telling me those lies, that you thought I would believe. Did you think I was too weak? Or that your power was too strong? I just want to know, what you've been thinki
God Have Mercy
Seen alot that went on where I lived that day all this stuff is everywhere and thought about their children.....God Help them all.....
Tears
would love to hear any comments
Contemptible Love
This is about a Love given falsely for personal gain. Never giving a thought to the heart it is crushing in the process.
My Lament
I was feeling down this day.
see me i am in here
a story in the denver post today.be careful when driving your cars are lethal weapons