Here's another poem written some time in the late 1990s. No one could tell my younger self that all of my dreams wouldn't come true. Dreams (A Pledge) I have dreams Things that I need to achieve I have to make them come true So I won't have a pointless life And make me happy… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Eight
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A Poem – Week Twenty-Seven
Here's a poem written in the late 1990s, based on the handwriting. It's either about devotion or a desperate plea to make someone stay who wants to leave, depends on how you look at it. Everything Everything you want I will give You are the reason Why I live Everything you need I will try… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Seven
A Poem – Week Twenty-Six
Another clean-up, another poem found. This one was written on April 24, 1996. It features one of my favorite words at the time: wack. Reality I knew reality would come to me I knew someday I'd have to face facts But I never knew it would be so wack Knew you didn't belong to me… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Six
A Poem For My Mother
My mother died in November. To say that I am heartbroken and devastated is an understatement. I wanted to write a poem to be included in her obituary. This was my first attempt, but not the one that wound up being included. I wanted to reflect how I felt about her, but I thought this… Continue reading A Poem For My Mother
