I tried to write a poem for the first time in a very long time. I feel very rusty at it. I'm not going to judge it or make excuses for it. As people say, "it is what it is." You Can Break My Heart You can break my heart And leave me adrift… Continue reading New Poem
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A Poem – Week Twenty-Two
This poem, which was written on July 12, 1997, is about looking for a metaphorical summer. Searching for Summer We are searching for summer Around every corner And down every street Looking for something more Whenever we meet We are looking for something More than a lover or friend We are searching for summer That… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-Two
A Poem – Week Twenty-One
This poem is about seeing a former love after a long time apart. It was written on April 3, 2003. Hello Stranger Hello stranger Do you remember Me from before? I hope you didn't forget Because you never left my mind Way back then I couldn't express myself Awkward touches and Shy glances I… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty-One
A Poem – Week Twenty
This poem is about the type of person that rejoices when someone fails and despises seeing anyone succeed. It was written on October 13, 1997. They I am looking for someone To love me for me Around every corner There's someone I see But it doesn't matter They're not right for me They smile in… Continue reading A Poem – Week Twenty
A Poem – Week Eighteen
This poem was written in the summer of 2000. It is sort of anti-love poem. Once I once was in love Not that I no longer am It's that he is not And frankly never was Caught in a whirlwind And blinded by emotion I longed for someone To care for and to love But… Continue reading A Poem – Week Eighteen
A Poem – Week Seventeen
This poem is more spiritual than the ones I usually write, but it is about more than actual angels. It's about believing in anything that one cannot see. Angel You are there within every moment Times when pain and sorrow exist And times to celebrate I can't see you, but I can feel you… Continue reading A Poem – Week Seventeen
A Poem – Week Sixteen
This poem was written around 1994. I used to spend a lot of time staring out the back upstairs window when I was stressed out from school or family drama. Taking note of nature was like therapy to me even though I was only seeing a backyard in the middle of the city. Little… Continue reading A Poem – Week Sixteen
