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Last updated: 04/16/07
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"Puppet"
I am the human puppet.
Led around by the strings of authority.
To remove my strings, I would fall on my face.
No emotion, no happiness,
Only to be used until no longer needed.
Copyright 1999
"Relationships"
Relationships are like stain-glass windows.
The more you work on it, the more
The sun shines through, the more
Beautiful it becomes.
But, one lie, one deception,
Could be the stone that
Shatters the entire image.
Copyright 1999
"Are We Really Together?"
The people on Earth are like
Stars in the universe.
You seem to think they are so together.
But, if you travel to one, the others
Are still many miles away.
Copyright 1999
"High School Outcast"
Earlier on in life,
I was an outcast,
Stabbed in the back with a knife,
How much longer must this last?
The nerds always fearing the jocks,
The cheerleaders who couldn't spell,
And that weird guy who didn't wear socks.
It was pure hell.
And the homecoming queen
Who was always dressed rich.
Everyone thought she was peachy keen,
But, to me, she was a real bitch.
And the fear of being in a fight,
The tough shall prevail.
Doesn't matter who's right,
To the winner, all hail.
And the teachers somehow seemed worse,
not a care, whatsoever,
Except the student nurse,
Was she mean? Never.
And all those "friends" who would torment me,
And they just laugh or shout out with glee.
Seeing me suffer made them so happy,
At times, I just wanted to flee.
And as you are judged by onlookers:
The hicks, the stoners, the nerds,
Those wealthy ones, as well as the hookers.
But, they seem to travel in herds.
And it just makes me cry
The way society judges you.
You have no idea why,
But what can you do?
Copyright 1999
"Lone Figure"
He is truly alone in the universe.
He roams the entire galaxy,
Looking for someone to talk to,
Someone to be with.
He has no description,
For he is a faceless entity,
Probably not of human character.
Will he be your doom?
What do you fear about him?
The fact that, for once,
He came out of hiding
To hopefully find One of heart.
Can he find one,
That won't fear him?
Can he find one,
That will love him?
Copyright 1999
"Am I Many? Am I None?"
Of all my personas, I had many.
Of all that still exist, there is hardly any.
Each one exists within the other.
As it turns out, they need one another.
One is barbaric,
Mean and cruel.
One is a joker,
A downright fool.
One is a gentleman,
Polite in all ways.
One is the servant,
Who carries the trays.
Each one fights the other,
But, the powers negate.
Each one needs the other,
I guess it's just fate.
Copyright 1999
"Can We Erase Hate?"
Can we erase hate,
To the point of complete lack?
Or is it too late?
It just keeps coming back.
Nice to think of a world
Where nothing goes wrong.
But the image is hurled,
Is it totally gone?
People use us, abuse us,
Neglect us, Disrespect us.
They play with our feelings,
Like a banana, pulling back the peelings.
Keeping in myself, an emotional load.
You better watch out,
For when I explode
Yelling profanities above a shout.
So, in this world, we can not erase hate.
Other people do things to make us aggrevate.
It is a nice thought,
But, look at the society we got!
Copyright 1999
"They"
They do not know us.
They do not understand us.
They do not accept us.
They do not feel for us.
They do not want us.
They do not want to know us.
They do not want to understand us.
They do not want to accept us.
They judge us.
They categorize us.
They banish us.
They thrash us.
They bash us.
They wish we weren't us.
They. They. They. They. They. They!
Who are they?
Us. Us. Us. Us. Us. Us.
Who are us?
Copyright 1999
"Untitled #1"
The way I view society is not very pleasant.
We are repelled and shunned,
Treated like a common peasant.
Why am i not stunned?
At times, I wished I were dead,
Although, something remains alive.
It's a wish I often dread,
A wish since I was five.
I don't fit in because of my behavior,
My repulsive looks, My foolish thought,
Who will be my savior?
Or who will not?
Is it you who shall save me?
Or shall I just be vanished?
And if you do save me,
Will I be banished?
"Stop it", I say,
With a thin sheet of fear.
Kneel down and pray
And hope that the end is near.
Copyright 1999
"Will Happiness Last?"
Is happiness being what you want to be?
Is happiness having a blast?
But the question that remains for thee,
How long will it last?
Is happiness being in love?
Symbolized by a certain flying creature,
A white-crested dove,
Beautiful in all it's feature.
Is happiness no longer here?
Banished from the hearts of all,
It is something that I always fear,
Shall be my weakness to make me fall.
For me, is it no longer in reach?
Was once within me,
Sucked out like a leech.
Now, am I truly free?
I wish I could understand
The emotions I lack,
Erased by other's demand,
Will I get it back?
And suppose I do,
Get it inside.
What will I go through
If I open wide?
Would you still like me without it?
Often, a thought,
But, I sincerely doubt it.
Look at the emotions I got.
I know the way it may seem,
Like I'm a heartless jerk.
It still is a dream,
That all the emotions lurk.
Do I want to regain the emotion I lost?
Did I "drop" it?
Or was it "tossed"?
Emotionally, I wish I could stop it.
But, part of me needs it within,
To control all the others.
Now, I ask with a grin,
Will I lose another?
Copyright 1999
"Love and Romance"
Is the want of love a basic need?
Do we need it to survive?
Is it my words you heed?
Or is it the drive?
Many questions I have asked to date,
But, none dealing with love or eternal joy.
Most of them deal with hate,
Or topics yet to annoy.
I never thought love could befall me.
And yet, it is still yearning.
I have been taught many things, you see
And I am still learning.
There is a lady I wish to meet
And romantic words I would say.
But, I would have to travel far to greet
In a city four thousand miles away.
But, there is something called Hope,
Something called Chance.
So, I won't mope
At the thing called Romance.
Copyright 1999
"The Day My Heart Died"
I can still remember the day my heart died,
I was in love with a girl, I say.
But, it was to me she lied,
I just accepted it and said okay.
It took a while for the lie to sink in,
I can't believe I believed her.
What was I thinking?
That was the last time we were together.
Then, I found someone who wanted to fix me heart.
And I thought she truly cared about me.
She punctured my heart like an arrow or dart.
She didn't really care for me, and me for she.
I am so tired of having
my heart broken all the time.
I seem to always give love a chance
Then it turns out the girl is a slime.
Or she is always trying to get in my pants.
Hopefully, there is a girl I shall meet,
Who is everything I am looking for
And just sweep her off of her feet.
Or shall that be strike four?
Copyright 1999
"Am I a Poet?"
Is poetry in my blood?
Coursing through my vein?
Is my poetry good?
Or even a little insane?
From my emotions, I write what I feel,
Anger, Happiness, Humiliation, or Sadness.
But, is this the real deal,
That adds to my madness?
People say my mind is bent,
Even though, I follow the norm.
I write my poetry to vent
Because I'm writing up a storm.
I don't care how great I am,
Of if I am at all.
You probably see me as a ham,
Or as some looney bouncing off the wall.
So, I crawl back in my hole from which I came.
A burrow, called by some.
When I come back out, I'll be the same,
With even more poetry to come.
Copyright 1999
"How Shall I Die?"
Holding a gun in my hand,
Pointing at my head.
I'm not going to Disneyland,
I'm going to be dead.
Or do I get a sharp projectile?
Possibly a knife?
Stab my heart for a while,
Until it takes my life.
Or do I make myself suffocate?
My friends wonder why.
But, they will be too late,
Because, I want to die.
Or do I jump from a great height?
Seeing the ground below,
Before I hit, everything turns white,
The ultimate deadly blow.
Or am I made to roam the land
With great emotional strife?
At times, I get so confused, and
Want to end my life.
Copyright 1999
"Dream Poem #1"
Dancing near the tombstone,
I see a spot for me.
But, in the hole, I see bone,
A few feet from a tree.
I lay down inside and look above
And try to put my mind at ease.
And see a white-crested dove,
The symbol of peace.
But, an ominous figure is tailing
And attacks and kills the creature of white.
The dove starts moaning and wailing
And is now blood-stained and falling in flight.
I stand to get a better view
Of all that's transpiring.
The ominous figure says "You!
Your time is expiring".
He was bashing my skull, bashing my brain.
I was coming apart at the seams.
But, not even a gigantic crane
Can control what exists in my dreams.
Copyright 1999
"The Power"
There is a power.
A power beyond the limits.
It's enemy is equally as powerful.
We have all experienced this power.
It is a power to which you have no control.
The more you try to control,
The more it overtakes you.
I can see the power:
I fear it,
I loathe it,
I want it,
I miss it.
It fills the empty void within.
I try to embrace and hold on,
But, compared to it,
I am a mere grain of sand.
No one knows the origin of the power.
But, we know exactly what it is.
We show that we know of it.
By now, you all should know,
To what I am referring,
It must be Love.
Copyright 1999
"Real Me vs. Who I am"
She is in my mind,
She is in my head.
She is so kind,
"So are you" she said.
But she knows not the real me,
For that she can not relate.
Sometimes I want to flee
Or tell her before it is too late.
For no one has seen the real me,
The real me is scared of life.
He hides in the back of my skull, you see.
I wish he didn't have to deal with this strife.
Should I let the real me shine through?
Many questions are at stake:
What about me? What about you?
Is it safe to be in his wake?
The real me has caused much destruction,
Has hurt others to the point I was no longer kind.
That is why while the real me
is under construction,
It's best he stay in the back of my mind.
Copyright 1999
"The In-Betweener"
I negate myself.
I am not what I am.
I am the hate, I am the love.
I am the confusion, I am the clarity.
I am the black, I am the white.
I am the point between fantasy and reality.
I am the fear, I am the bravery.
I am the sight, I am the blind.
I am the child, I am the adult.
I am the point dividing laugh and scream.
I am the continuity, I am the reverse.
I view the possibilities, I view the actualities.
I am the dirty, I am the clean.
I am the bad, I am the good.
I am the guilty, I am the innocent.
I am the killer, I am the hero.
I am crazy, I am sane.
I am your destruction, I am your savior.
I am the strength, I am the weakness.
I am the inch, I am the lightyear.
I am the genius, I am the imbecile.
I am just beginning, because I am already done,
For I am the In-Betweener.
Copyright 1999
"For What It's Worth"
For what it's worth,
I am sorry for offending.
My intentions were good.
For what it's worth,
I deeply apologize
For all the hurt.
For what it's worth,
You know I would never
Intentionally hurt you.
For what it's worth,
I enjoyed the time
We spent together.
For what it's worth,
I never wanted
What we have to end.
For what it's worth,
You have put up with me
And I am hopefully still your friend.
For what it's worth,
I am emotionally confused
About how you feel about me.
For what it's worth,
Could you at least
Give me a sign?
For what it's worth.
Copyright 1999
"Dancing Naked in the Rain" (Part I)
I stand there,
Speechless,
Can only stare.
She is dancing,
Dancing naked in the rain,
Holding the only cloth that can cover her.
She spins around
And looks up at the sky.
She was a true vision of beauty.
She used to dance in the rain,
All the time, baring everything.
Now, she is still dancing,
Dancing naked in the rain,
Still holding the only cloth that can cover her.
She still spins around so eloquently,
And still looks up at her sky.
Her sky is now different,
For she has left this dimension.
I can no longer watch her.
But, sometimes, just sometimes,
I can still see her dancing,
Dancing naked in the rain.
Copyright 1999
"Inner Storms"
The streets were laced with blurry reflections,
Of what they thought they saw.
Rain hinders your ability
To see what's really there.
Storms going on inside the mind,
Confusing what is actually there,
Clouding the mind with thoughts,
Which brings a violent storm.
On an isolated island,
A man waits for the oncoming storm.
But he will never experience it,
For his mind is clear.
If we clear our minds of all the storms,
We would see things for what they truly are.
But, the mind is clouded up:
Let your skys be clear.
Copyright 1999
"Dancing Naked in the Rain" (Part II)
I thought I saw her today,
In the distance.
*Blink*
She's gone.
Was she even there?
Why am I seeing her?
I thought she left this world.
I thought she left me.
She and I were survivors.
It was not our time,
It was not her time,
But, she left me.
But, before she left,
I saw her as I remember her,
Dancing,
Dancing naked in the rain.
Copyright 1999
"Candles"
Relationships are like candles,
Only a short time until
It's blown out
Or burnt away.
My candle is never lit.
I can't create a spark.
Just one spark is all I need
To make the candle burn.
The wax has never dripped,
My candle has felt no warmth.
It just stands there by itself,
Alone.
Copyright 1999
"Would It Help to Say I'm Sorry"
Would it help to say I'm sorry
For confusing your emotions
As well as mine?
Would it help to say
That I meant no harm
In the way I acted?
Would it help to say
I wish I knew how to talk to you
And what would be said?
Would it help to say
It's not easy for me
To express my true feelings?
Would it help to say
That night, I felt more uncomfortable
Than this poem can express?
Copyright 1999
"I Remember"
I remember the first one,
I remember being lied to.
I remember the second one,
I remember being treated like a piece of meat.
I remember the third one,
I remember the emptyness.
I remember the last one,
I remember the fake care she gave.
I remember many things about many people,
I remember facial gestures and body language.
I remember the insensitivity,
I remember being blind,
I remember not seeing it.
I remember how I hate myself
So much for not realizing
That people can easily take
Advantage of another one's heart.
Copyright 1999
"The Clearing"
I dream of a time,
A time lost by clocks and watches.
A time when I am standing,
Standing in the middle of a clearing,
With only a large tree stump
Which perpendiculates the ground.
Signs of past visitors,
Lay strewn on the ground around me.
The trees that surround the clearing
Are old and dying,
And stretch in ominous ways.
the sky has turned black,
And stormclouds gather.
As the rain engulfs me,
I can hear the screams,
Screams of the ghosts
That seem to haunt the clearing.
I try to escape the clearing,
But, the trees won't let me past.
My clothes have changed to tattered rags,
And boots of a more medieval time.
I am trapped here,
Just awaiting the even more impossible.
Copyright 2000
"Happy Poem #1"
Through the complex passages
In the labyrinth that is my heart.
No one has ever found what is truly there.
Before, people have often tried to manipulate
What they know they can't change forever.
But, she accepts me the way I am.
And the thought of that
Brings a smile to my face.
A smile not masked by depression or guilt.
A true smile,
One lost in a world long ago,
The last time I felt comfortable
Within one's tender embrace.
Oh! To have someone to hold me,
When I need to be held.
To have someone be with me,
When I need someone to be there.
To have someone care for me,
When I need cared for.
The pessimist within is worried and scared
As to what will happen next,
But, the optomist just blind-folded him.
Copyright 2000
"Dancing Naked in the Rain" (Part III)
I can see her dancing again,
Spinning around and around,
With her arms flailing about.
But, something has changed.
I don't lust after her
The way I did
When I first saw her.
Now, I see her,
Not as a woman,
But as a work of art,
A functioning, movable work of art.
She still spins around,
Totally oblivious to me,
Like she was the first time
When I admired her from afar.
The rain has stopped pouring
And the surrounding flowers
Have died and withered away.
This is the end of the girl,
The girl who was dancing,
Dancing naked in the rain.
Copyright 2000
"Dream Poem #2"
I sit at the base of the tree,
Gentle breezes caress my body.
I look out as I ponder.
I look beyond the chainlink fence,
Pondering what to write.
I examine the perimeter;
No way out!
Trapped!
But, why am I all alone?
Why is there no one in sight?
The trees of the distant forest sway harmoniously.
The grass has never looked greener.
How did I get here?
I don't remember how I got here.
Inside, there are many to talk to,
But, no one to listen.
No one even noticed,
As I stepped outside,
And sat against the tree.
I never noticed the sundial,
In a juxtaposal position,
Casting a different shadow
Than what is supposed to be.
The shadow moves rapidly,
Confusing time itself.
I'm lost, I'm alone,
I'm scared, I don't exist.
Copyright 2000
"Inferior"
I travel in large groups of one,
Watching many others
Walking in herds.
Gathered together,
They laugh and joke
And know each other
Inside and out.
Nobody knows me,
Nobody wants to know me,
Nobody wants to be
Close to me whatsoever.
I am a disease,
I am a cancer.
Everyone who was close
Withered away or died.
Not died physically,
But emotionally.
They changed.
They all changed.
And not for the better.
They all repel me.
No longer wanting contact,
No longer wanting me.
On an alternate plane of existence
I have many friends, many allies.
But, I exist on this plane,
Where I get walked on,
Used and abused,
Neglected and disrespected.
The fakes and the phonies
Who dupe the unsuspecting
Are harder to reveal
As we grow up in an adult world
Full of people who find it fun to
Hurt and warp the mind,
Laugh at being so unkind.
Who, even the most innocent soul
Can turn 180 to get what want.
And what above all else?
Money? Power? Prosperity?
No, to see others fall,
Brings temporary happiness.
Why does seeing others fall
Make people so happy?
A nickname,
A unique personality trait,
Any open opportunity
To make others feel inferior.
I am inferior.
Why must it be proven?
Copyright 2000
"The Girl"
Let me meet the girl with originality,
A sparkling and lovable personality,
Who knows what to say
As my mind wanders astray,
Who knows I will always be there
Even though it seems I don't care,
Who can give a warm embrace
And who can touch my face,
Who isn't a dull drag
And doesn't overly brag,
Who can be generally smart
And knows the words to "Don't Let's Start",
Who can be ever so polite
And set everything just right,
Who doesn't act, at all, mean
Who will let me treat her like a queen,
Who doesn't smoke or drink
And knows to stop to think,
Who won't laugh when they see me cry
And who knows I'm an emotional guy,
Who won't dress like a sleaze
And knows how to dress to please,
Who will truly listen to what I say
And will speak her mind from day to day,
Who can be the most giving
And make everyday worth living,
Who knows things can be much worse
And who can help me lift this curse.
"Random Whim Poem #1"
I pour half of a goblet of holy water
Over the train tracks where she died.
For my own reasons no one would understand.
I drink half for myself.
The other half I give to her.
No one remembers her.
No one knew her.
The train never stopped.
She may have done it on purpose.
It may have been an accident.
I will never know.
Only she knew.
She knew me and I knew her.
The world tore us apart.
We were never meant to be together.
But someday, we will be.
The world won't stop me.
She had no family.
Copyright 2000
"Relationship Martyr"
A Relationship Martyr am I,
For I have suffered greatly
From the trials of companionship
Trying valiantly
To win the heart of one.
More recently have I tried
Than attempts in the past.
Putting forth my all.
Then, I see her.
I freeze.
Her beauty strikes me down,
Blown away by her radiance.
A radiance uncomparable
To girls I've tried for in the past.
She will never know how much
I am affected just by her presence.
She will never know
The amount of pain in my heart.
I have become a Relationship Martyr.
But, I will always keep trying,
For they will possibly never truly know
Who I am...... Who am I?
Copyright 2003
"Athena: An Apology"
We were much too different
And we drifted apart
But, I was the one
Who broke your heart.
I was a different person then
A body forever growing
I only hope I can set things right
Without ever truly knowing.
I have been living with this guilt
For the past eight years
And every now and again
The thought brings me tears.
This is no way
An invitation back into my life
This is just my way
Of dealing with the strife.
Please know that I am truly sorry
For everything that I have done.
I treated you so badly.
I treated you so wrong.
But, I am a better man
Which you will never know.
Here, I say goodbye
And I will let you go.
You need not respond to this.
You need not reply.
I just wish you the very best
In Luck, and Love, and Life.
Copyright 2006
"Digging"
Deeply searching through my past,
Digging to find something.
Anything.
What am I looking for?
I don't know.
Past events are linked together.
People are linked together.
It all comes full circle.
The clues left behind
Have nothing to do with the present
But they help tie up the past.
I'm digging deep
And few people pop up
And they disappear
Into the void
Where all disappearing people go
Under the hair
Under the skin
Under the bone
To an abandoned room
That houses the people in my life
And it sits in the back of my skull.
Several of them, buried under floorboards
Refusing to be found
Others trying to be found
And others are lost in the shuffle.
Copyright 2006
"Blurry Reflections"
The streets were laced
With the blurry reflections
Of who they thought they were.
Several of us look
But we never truly see
Who we really are.
The streets are right there
In front of us, in our face,
The weather-beaten street.
I look into the rain-drenched street
And see me for the first time
The way I truly am.
Others never see the reflection
Or maybe the term I should use
Is they don't notice the reflection.
Some go on, thinking their life is normal
Avoiding what our blurry reflections
Are really trying to tell us.
Copyright 2006
"The Wooded Land"
There is an opening in the wooded land.
A beam of light beats down
On a lonely tree stump.
The tree stump is highlighted
By the mysterious shaft of light
As if beckoning our eyes to see it.
A small, humble cottage
Abandoned and ramshakle
With dust-covered windows.
It exists in a time
Before I was born
Yet, I have been here.
I know the layout
I know the rooms
I can see them vividly.
I remember standing
Between the stump and cottage
But walking away.
I had to walk away
From all of it, from everything
But, I don't remember why.
Copyright 2007
"Hazel Eyes"
Dedicated to: Adria
Her eyes draw me in.
I am entranced by them.
Beautiful hazel eyes.
It is almost hypnotizing
When I look into her eyes,
I can not resist.
It has been eight years
Since I looked into those eyes
Still as mesmerizing as before.
Those magnificent eyes
That melt my heart
Into a little puddle.
I become jelly in her hands,
Under her control
With those powerful hazel eyes.
I can't help but stare
Into those hazel eyes,
The windows to her soul.
They shine on,
Amplifying her beauty
She is perfect.
Copyright 2007
"Valley of Nightmares"
An old ex
At my work
Reminding me who I was.
Relationship doubt
Are we together
For the right reasons?
I died
Falling from a great height
But did I jump?
Trapped
In a dark, anonymous room
But how do I get out?
Chased
By the very things
I do not understand.
Alone
I a barren wasteland
But am I really lost?
Forgotten
As I stand amid the chaos
Of a happy celebration.
Asphyxiated
As I hang from the rafters
But why am I not dying?
Copyright 2007
"Time is Broken"
I am not of this timeline.
Time intersected with time
And so here I am.
Einstein was right.
The whole, wide world
And time itself, changed.
I don't belong here
But trapped as I am
I struggle to adapt.
How do you tell someone
That you came from far away,
A whole different timeline?
But, can time be repaired?
Can I go back to a time
Where I truly belong?
I must find a way
There must be balance
And I am here to restore it.
I get to see everything,
The Grand Tour of Time,
In all it's full glory.
Copyright 2007
"Universe Flyer"
I roam the universe
Trying to find a connection
Between nothing I canm define
And that which I have seen.
Infinite space waits for me
As I sail through it
Entering myriad vortexes
From one end to the other.
Seeing the stars fly by
As I enter the planet's atmosphere
A small, blue-green planet
My host calls it: Earth.
There, I inhibite the body of a mortal
And he knows not my intentions
But knows that he is my human host
As I study through him.
As my host sleeps, I fly.
Seeing the world all at once
From the summit of the highest mountain
To the bottom of all the oceans.
I return to him before he wakes
Erasing all my traces,
Ready to leave him at any second
But where will I go?
Copyright 2007
"The Gathering of Confessions"
Four people waiting in a forgotten diner
Out on the interstate at midnight
The fifth person arrives at last
"Now we can begin" one says.
Words are exchanged, secrets revealed.
True emotions come to form.
Love has been lost this night.
True words come out.
The others understand the confession of one.
Words expressed not soon forgotten
But now there is no Fear.
Just a sad, emptying of emotions.
And they all leave, knowing this day
Would be a day that will make them
Stronger and Wiser.
Copyright 2007
"Relationship Martyr" (Part 2)
I tried once more
To get close to another
But the emotions died down
And love refused me.
One must be happy
On an emotional plane
Above all else
But, love refused me.
Refusing conformity
To be what I really am
Which no woman understands
Because love refused me.
The hurt is getting less painful
Remembering those long ago.
With them, nothing seemed to work.
Always, love refused me.
Doubt implants inside me
With each disturbing fact
That reveals itself
And so, love refused me.
I see a flowing pattern
As clear as day
And so now I truly know
Love will always refuse me.
Copyright 2007
"New Life"
Buried deep beneath the ocean
My casket lies in a giant bubble,
A large mahogany casket.
But the bubble has burst
And my body begins to rise,
My lifeless, limp body.
I make it to the surface and touch air
New life is breathed into me,
Breathed in exponentially.
More powerful than before
I make my way to the shoreline,
A shoreline void of people.
I have been here before
But don't remember how or why,
I only remember when.
But the world has changed
And not for the better,
On the decline of a civilization.
I confront the scientists
And try to get some answers,
Solid answers to my questions.
They performed hundreds of tests
And only came up with one possible answer:
God sneezed.
Copyright 2007
"Last Minutes"
My body is paralyzed
But they think I am dead.
They drop me in the water
And I see the water's surface
Getting further and further away.
Soon, I can not see daylight.
It's so dark that I can't see
The things passing in front of my face.
I can't move or hear anything
But I know my eyes are open.
They were open when they dropped me.
I see something shiny in the water.
It must have come off when they dropped me.
I think it was a necklace, maybe.
Water is getting in my lungs now.
I think I am going to die soon.
Everything is starting to turn white.
If I was a praying man, I'd pray now.
But, I know it would do no good.
Blood is emerging from my mouth.
I think I am dead now.
I can relax.
Copyright 2007
"Rift"
I looked to the sky
And saw a small opening,
Access to another world,
A rift, a nexus.
I try to reach it,
So far away it seems
But I must find out
What's on the other side.
So, I climb the highest cliff
And I fall toward it, exponentially.
The opening quickly approaching,
I must be ready to react.
I grab the opening
And I rip it open,
Exposing a new world,
Ready to be explored.
I look back at my world,
One last, disgusted look
As I turn my attention
To the world that awaits me.
As I jump in, excitedly,
The rift begins to close
And I realize one thing,
I'm in a better place.
Copyright 2007
"When It's Over"
By: Bucky
Words were spoken
Actions performed
That would devalue
Everything I know about myself.
Together again
Ever so briefly
For a romantic encounter
That would last in my memories forever.
But, when its over, all truly over,
There will be a lot of yelling,
A gunshot will be heard
Along with the shattering of glass.
One will be injured
And the other will walk away,
Laughing at everything.
But, it won't be me.
Copyright 2007
"The Five Survivors"
The dust settled around the survivors
They stood up and looked to the sky.
It took a few minutes
For everything to sink in.
Five of them were gathered
But they don't know why
So they look around for clues,
To help them know the situation.
They feel a strange connection,
A bond with each other
That con not be explained
For they have never met.
But, a familiar feeling exists
They don't know what just happened,
Each stare at the other
Almost as if protecting one another.
Looking skyward once more
Not realizing before them
Lay another mysterious sight:
Twenty dead bodies & an engimatic flash of light.
Copyright 2007
"The Dark Side of Relationship 5"
We erased each other
From our own lives.
Starting off friends to lovers,
Then strangers to enemies.
It happened by accident,
We fell in love too quickly
And we failed to see
What was really there.
A mistake on our parts
But sad events did happen
And we can't redeem ourselves
In each other's eyes.
We will always see each other
The way when we were together
At our worst, and at our best
And it hurts to remember.
I know it's sad to say
That it will be easy to forget,
But that is the truth, and that
Is the dark side of Relationship 5.
Copyright 2007
"Life Purpose"
The reason I am still here
The reason I am still alive
I have not served my life purpose,
Whatever that may be.
I have altered many lives,
Some for the better,
Some for the worse,
Maybe I'm supposed to save lives.
I enjoy watching movies
Maybe I'm supposed to make a movie,
One that will make society
See the way it really is.
I like writing these words
People say I use powerful words.
Maybe I'm supposed to write
A message for the world to read.
We are all here for a purpose:
Firemen and cops save lives,
Actors keep us entertained,
And farmers give us food.
But why am I still here?
What does Life want me to do?
Has Life given me any clues?
My only clue is that I am still here.
Copyright 2007
"My Fictional Past?"
The questions were asked
All involving my past.
Questions I couldn't answer
At least, not at this time.
Parts of my past
I will never know,
Don't know what is real
And what I have created.
Parts were created by accident
Other parts really happened.
Then, there are the rest
Which ride the dividing line.
I have visited places
Which triggered a memory or two.
Memories that never happened
But, I don't know for sure.
People I have never met
Say they remember me
And I just look at them,
Wondering how that can be.
I'm still trying to sort
All the little details
And find out what really happened
In the span of my lifetime.
Copyright 2007
Where does Bucky like to go?
Angelfire Home Pages
Board Games
Looney Labs
Movie Mistakes
Movie scripts
Internet Movie Database
Infocom Homepage
Kill off TV's most annoying people
Find out when you (or your friends) are going to die.
Info on Mulholland Dr.
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