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my poems



here are a few of my poems.
hope you enjoy my amateurish attempts at self-expression (3/10/00).




Betrayal's Bitterness


True love's the goal of every lad,
romantic in his nature.
A woman's heart and a woman's head,
attract with every feature.
Her silken skin, her soothing voice,
her eyes are stars abright.
In your heart and in your head,
you dream of her each night.
You wake each morn, not sad - forlorn,
life is warm and clear.
In your heart and in your head,
none else is quite so dear.

But a woman's heart and a woman's head
are fickle and confused.
and in the end you romantic lad,
your heart will be abused.
She'll take your heart for alittle while
and your heart will be so high.
But in the end she'll rip and bend
your heart until you cry.
So you my lad, be gay and glad,
if your heart is all alone.
Because with a woman's heart and a woman's head,
in the end, pain will be all you own.




Youthful Resilience


Long ago when my heart was new,
unscarred and fresh and clean,
I dreamed of love, fulfillment, peace,
and all that "love" should mean.
I searched my world for a special soul
who could bring my soul to rest.
Through many hurts and many pains
I continued on my quest
Because in my hear and in my mind
I believed true love was true
and on I searched, on for a time,
my heart a shade of blue.
And then one day my heart did jump,
I found a soul like mine
and for a time my soul did fly,
for nothing did I pine.
But in short time that soul did fly,
leaving me betrayed, exposed,
my hope was gone, my fire out,
my heart was scarred and closed.
Yet I still believe without reprieve
in love and all it means.
My scarred up heart alittle wiser,
is still naieve and clean.
In this world people get hurt and grow old
without love having ever been seen.
But I go on alone, searching for that soul,
searching for all that love can mean.




Reality's Bite


At one time my life was grand,
much happiness did I know.
But all of that has ended,
my happiness did go.
I knew right from the start,
you did not want attachments,
but I hoped in time you'd see me as good,
not as some ill entrapment.
I tried to play the part,
your close "convient" friend,
but my heart began to betray me,
my defenses weakend in the end.
I suppose perhaps you knew this,
and released me to free yourself.
I guess you knew what you wanted,
I was the one who'd lost myself.
But your eyes made it so easy,
your thin lips made it feel so right.
I hoped beyond hope that you would change,
come round on some great night.
But now cold cold reality
has settled in my mind,
in my dreams it worked out,
but reality is not so kind.
I do not hate or loathe you,
for fate is my true foe.
Like you, everything I truly seek,
is never where I go.
I hope we are still friends,
with my wounds will heal.
I cannot, will not,
try to deny the way I feel.
I still believe that someday,
I'll find that sould that's true.
And who knows, happiness,
may bring me back to you.




A Question of love?


How do I really feel for you,
do I love you, do I care?
My mind is in confusion,
my emotions in the air.
Is it you that I really care for,
is you that I really miss?
Or is the thought of someone out there,
someone that I can kiss?
I want to really care for you,
and I think I really do.
But what if it's all an illusion?
My heart so tired of blue.
I cannot make up my mind.
Is it real or is it fake?
I think I really want you,
but what difference does it make?
You show me no affection,
you treat me like a friend.
I think I really care for you,
help my confusion end.
Please help my heart and mind to rest,
please tell me how you feel.
Tell me what your heart says,
are my feelings for you real?




A Little Rain


Life can be quite trying,
life can be filled with pain,
and for a time quite recently,
my every day had rain.
My feelings had been swirling,
my world had all come down,
no matter how I tried to,
my face always wore a frown.
I hoped for some relief,
relief from all the rain.
My soul did tire of turmoil,
my soul did tire of pain.
But time is the only medicine,
tiem is the only cure.
With time my soul will heal,
with time it will be pure.

When I woke this morning,
my heart hurt alittle less,
my healing had begun,
at last my soul might rest.
Now my smile is more frequent,
the rain is closer gone.
Though I still miss you,
my life will continue on.
Life is filled with great things,
and those things can bring pain.
Despite this I live on,
life is worth alittle rain.







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