I'm a poet...
The Key -- 04/27/03
Don’t judge, don’t toy with me.
It’s a perfect fit
But you’re not there.
Things just seem to click
But the door seems to be locked
Although, deep inside I know it’s not.
To be open and free
Maybe the frame just doesn’t want to let go
To expose what it’s hiding inside.
When that frame lets go
And the obstacles clear
I just want you to be near…
Because…
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City Of Trash -- 02/28/03
Canvas of grime littered with
speckles of brightly colored debris,
crumbling and deteriorating, everything begins to fall apart.
The black cloud of SUCK has fallen and engulfed us all.
Souls are trapped in this desolate city,
never having a chance to better their selves. Never escaping.
They are stuck in the rotting environment of their youth.
A city made of trash and decay.
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Lost Soul -- 11/29/98
Lying unconscious
in soft white sterility,
breathing in,
machine keeping him alive,
breathing out,
his loved ones pull the plug.
Everything stops. Everyone cries...
Eternal darkness
sweeps over him.
His soul spirals out
only to become stuck
in a world where
he no longer exists.
Transparent apparations
surround him.
Each wandering and trapped
in their own silent,
lonely world of pain.
Colorless and hopeless,
trapped in what always was.
No one can see him,
he's finally alone.
Just what he always wanted,
until, suddenly, he realizes
that he wants to live,
but it's too late.
He's dead and forever lost.
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Disconnected -- 11/02/98
I am disconnected
from the world around me.
It feels as if my life
doesn't fit into the grand scheme
of this desolate world of ours.
Nothing seems real,
but, yet, everything seems
shockingly existant.
Inside I am screaming,
screaming for help
from thing I have not realized.
Thought of who and
what I am
swirl through my mind.
These terrifying, yet comforting
thoughts make up my profound confusion.
Feelings of rage,
sadness,
loneliness and isolation,
of guilt and fear,
fill my mind, but why?
I don't know...
Could it be that I'm not
who I think I am?
Maybe it's because
I know who I am,
but something deep inside
doesn't want to admit it.
Or maybe this is all fake,
just some psychosymmatic thing,
caused by my surroundings.
I don't know...
I just know that I am the
only one who will begin to understand,
and deal with all of this.
Could it be possible that this means
my life has meaning?
I can only see as long as
I keep living and be true to myself.
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Explosion -- 01/31/99
Infinite,
Exploding emotion,
Screaming inside,
Rage constantly building,
Nothing comes,
Refuge is impossible,
No escape,
Only avoidance,
The bottle is filling,
It's about to break,
MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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State of the World -- 05/07/99
The people of this world
cease to amaze me.
Their ignorance takes over
and their stupidity shows.
No one seems to care that
the world is turning to trash.
On some sick level
people seem to enjoy it.
Kids are killing kids.
Violence is becoming their answer.
The media lies and sensationalizes.
People blame anything and everything.
It's tragic and sad that we
can't even go to school
and feel safe anymore.
I could get killed today.
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