I don't even know
Where I should start
You've affected my life
And more importantly my heart
You brought something out
That I didn't know was there
Because no one took the time
To tell me they care
I saw a side of myself
That I thought had been dead
Yet you awakened my soul
With everything you have said
You're different from everyone
And you understand me
You broke down my walls
And the real me, you see
Friday, January 21, 2011
Poem - Brother
Walking thought the halls of this world alone,
searching for the thing unknown,
looking for the one to help me thought,
this world i thought was true,
and then i found some one to share,
this new world with,
without a care,
your there for me when no one else was,
you showed me what a true friend was,
your there for me with all this crap,
my life has to hold from the past,
you hold me high when all i do is fall,
for this i will call,
my brother,
my friend,
i will love you till the end,
Thanks for being there my true friend.
searching for the thing unknown,
looking for the one to help me thought,
this world i thought was true,
and then i found some one to share,
this new world with,
without a care,
your there for me when no one else was,
you showed me what a true friend was,
your there for me with all this crap,
my life has to hold from the past,
you hold me high when all i do is fall,
for this i will call,
my brother,
my friend,
i will love you till the end,
Thanks for being there my true friend.
Poem - The Love That Grew Out Of Friendship
About 6 years ago,
On Valentine's Day...
I handed someone a card,
That was the only thing I gave.
And about 8 months ago,
He pulled it out again,
He showed it to me
And my heart began to sing
The card I gave him,
Said "I'll croak if you won't be mine."
Now if you stop and think about this
Then love must really be divine!
His name may be old,
Yet our love is forever new
His name is Troy Rockwell
And soon, that will be me too!
On Valentine's Day...
I handed someone a card,
That was the only thing I gave.
And about 8 months ago,
He pulled it out again,
He showed it to me
And my heart began to sing
The card I gave him,
Said "I'll croak if you won't be mine."
Now if you stop and think about this
Then love must really be divine!
His name may be old,
Yet our love is forever new
His name is Troy Rockwell
And soon, that will be me too!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Update - Change of Heart
Today has been a rather productive day for me. I got some work done on my story. Even though word was playing up and kept shutting down on me, I still got some good writing done. This story is a story I'm writing with parts of my own life into my story. I'm a gay male, but with a difference. Anyhow, I love writing this story. It is helping me get some feelings and thoughts out of my life to write a story.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Leave - Poem
Screams echo
words cut deep
i hide the bruises
i fake a smile
i push the tears back
nothing can cover the truth
lies to everyone
lies to hide
rage depression fills life
my family is hurt
my fault only my fault
my heart is black
wrists stained red
will never forgive
for the words they said
leave it all behind
leave it all in pieces
just leave
words cut deep
i hide the bruises
i fake a smile
i push the tears back
nothing can cover the truth
lies to everyone
lies to hide
rage depression fills life
my family is hurt
my fault only my fault
my heart is black
wrists stained red
will never forgive
for the words they said
leave it all behind
leave it all in pieces
just leave
Life - Poem
Life hates me life doesn't care
it takes
holds me in a prison of hate
no light no joy
only guilt and lies fill the air
cant break free
hurting falling
darkness surrounds my thoughts
I'm lost in memories
my fault my mistake
life is cruel
life is nothing
it takes
holds me in a prison of hate
no light no joy
only guilt and lies fill the air
cant break free
hurting falling
darkness surrounds my thoughts
I'm lost in memories
my fault my mistake
life is cruel
life is nothing
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Poem - Immortal Addiction
I keep holding onto your daisies,
even though I should have planted
them on your grave stone.
I can't seem to let go of your scent,
the one you had glued to your skin.
These memories I still etch,
lips and hints of your past,
are not yet framed in my house
for you live discreetly, with me.
The sea hurls my unfinished work
and paintings half- coated,
toward its labored hole,
but even as I am immersed
in my overpowering compulsion,
I reiterate your menus
and quotes from a prisoner's cell.
even though I should have planted
them on your grave stone.
I can't seem to let go of your scent,
the one you had glued to your skin.
These memories I still etch,
lips and hints of your past,
are not yet framed in my house
for you live discreetly, with me.
The sea hurls my unfinished work
and paintings half- coated,
toward its labored hole,
but even as I am immersed
in my overpowering compulsion,
I reiterate your menus
and quotes from a prisoner's cell.
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