Laying down staring into the empty void.
On the other side, I see myself as a boy.
Trying to get his mother attention.
He then thinks of the one thing he won’t mention.
It makes him cry and wish that he could take it back.
One memory after another, just a big stack.
What to do now?, that question concerns me.
I want to have a good life with the kitty.
She is there by my side telling not to worry.
Where negativity goes there is no hurry.
The past is the past let it stay behind.
What has been done has been recorded by time.
What time we have left, Let the sun shine.
Talk about what to look forward to.
All we have left is just me and you.
A squirrel and a cat.
Imagine that!
My thoughts and experiences this year. I would like to continue writing. This be my attempt as to bring out my creative side once again
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
It starting to come back
As I walk around my head starts to ache.
When I walk, I wonder are people real or fake?
When you meet them at first you wont know for sure.
You’ll soon find out when you talk a little more.
Walking in a straight line is harder than it looks.
One minute you’re a student, the next a crook.
You strive hard trying to reach a goal.
I can see right there next to the giant hole.
In this hole are the that brings us down.
Like the kid who was told no, he begins to frown.
Tears form around his eyes as he begins to pout.
All that comes to end with a fierce shout.
The hole is big with no way around it.
Look ahead and hold on, Don’t lose your grip.
It differ from person to person as we make it through.
On the other side, you see someone waiting for you.
He looks down and smiles and holds out his hand.
Against that old snake, “ I am glad I made that stand.
When I walk, I wonder are people real or fake?
When you meet them at first you wont know for sure.
You’ll soon find out when you talk a little more.
Walking in a straight line is harder than it looks.
One minute you’re a student, the next a crook.
You strive hard trying to reach a goal.
I can see right there next to the giant hole.
In this hole are the that brings us down.
Like the kid who was told no, he begins to frown.
Tears form around his eyes as he begins to pout.
All that comes to end with a fierce shout.
The hole is big with no way around it.
Look ahead and hold on, Don’t lose your grip.
It differ from person to person as we make it through.
On the other side, you see someone waiting for you.
He looks down and smiles and holds out his hand.
Against that old snake, “ I am glad I made that stand.
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Poem Of Pain
When You’re all alone with nothing to do…
Wash up put some clothes on then your shoes.
Go outside and look up at the sky.
Wondering why there is no one around.
Your eyes glued to the ground.
So quiet out there, Where’s the sound.
Pick up the phone and call a friend.
It rings and rings, is there someone even there?
Is it that now you call and you don’t care.
When is the last time you hear from this person.
The hard times continue and the pain worsens.
Feel like giving up and telling everyone to F*** Off.
Alone you came and Along you will leave.
Will there ever be peace among us Human Beings?
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