My Poetry

Pickles, socks, and flowers,
giggles and girls,
no thing to silly
cannot become
serious matters.
boys and books,
ice cream and I scream,
murders in dark corners
screams in the night.
painted faces
and faint traces
of elvish on white arms,
pools and princes,
drawings and dinner,
all the fun in the world
rolled up
in seven sleeping bags.
memories made,
dreams shared,
lessons of ...

This is a song I wrote about abortion....what I can remember from memory anyways, I may post the complete song later, it is better to music but here are the lyrics:


Maybe tomorrow I can sing
a different song
and maybe tomorrow there won't be
mindless people
empty faces
maybe tomorrow
there'll be hope

but maybe's just a word
and empty word devoid of meaning
yes, maybe's just a word
cause tomorrow ...

Maybe I will breath tomorrow
the sweet scent of your presence
maybe I will hold you in my arms
maybe I will tell you how I feel
maybe I will cry from joy

maybe I will

Maybe I will be alone
with silence my only companion
maybe I will feel nothing
maybe I will be silent
maybe I will cry from sorrow

Maybe I will

Maybe I will stop wishing
and whispering "maybe..."
...

A bittersweet poem I wrote a while ago


She dances
Round, and round and round
Joining the snowflakes
In a spirited waltz
The world becoming nothing but a white blur
Oblivious of the little girl
Dancing in the cold
Head lifted up to the sky
Laughing

Round and round she twirls
Until she falls
Gently into a downy pile of snow
And the world turns round
Her eyes close
And her ...

I wrote this about a friend...so some of the things are sort of h2bt but I still like the poem...

Lost ... and Found?

I thought to myself today
I lost a friend
and my heart broke
I felt a piece
fall to the sidewalk
to be trampled.

the piece was filled with
memories
of ice cream and laughter
painted nails
and painted faces
tears and hugs
more ice cream
long talks and straightened ...