Cam'§

Welcome to my page of poems.Some of these poems I wrote from the heart,and some were from from what I've seen other people go through.Writing these have helped me through hard times or have just helped me pass the time.I hope you enjoy them.

Its not enough to have a dream Unless I'm willing to pursue it... It's not enough to know what's right Unless I'm strong enough to do it... Its not enough to join the crowd To be acknowledged and accepted... I must be true to my ideals, Even if I'm left out and rejected... It's not enough to know the truth Unless I also learn to live it... Its not enough to reach for love Unless I care enough to give it...

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The world would like to change you, There are pressures all around. you must decide just who you are, Then firmly hold your ground. You have an image of yourself, An ideal sense of you, And to that vision you Must always struggle to be true. You know what you are good at, And you know where talents lie: But if you're ruled by others, Your uniqueness could pass by. Remember there is much to learn: But all new things are not good. Wisdom lies in what we've learned, And what we have withstood. So be yourself and don't allow The world to take control. Preserving your identity, Is life's most precious goal.

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Just as a scarf protects the vunerable Throat from the cold,so does a deep and Generous love protect was is precious About you from the world.Love,like a scarf, Wraps itself around you on the coldest of days, Once more around you,when the winds of evil Fortune blow their worst.And,like a scarf, A deep and generous love covers your heart. But also like a scarf,love can be easily lost, left behind,or forgotten if one is not careful To keep it in their memory.After all,what is a Memory,except a way to keep the things you Never want to lose?

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How do you find the words to say You've found somebody new? How to you tell a loved one There was nothing you could do? To look into those wanting eyes, And then to say goodbye. To turn the other cheek when desperate eyes begin to cry. For looking deeply in her eyes Will show what she can't say. For sadness overtakes her when Her heart got in the way. A heart that longed to hear that She was all he'll ever need; A heart that bloomed,thereafter, Like a flower from a seed. He held her heart there in his hands, Her love it did take flight; He set her heart aglow one day And now it burns so bright. She lost herself completely when She fell in love so deep; She thought his love a precious gift That she alone could keep. She heard that if you loved someone then you should set them free; She knew that deep inside her heart, She'd love him endlessly. If loving him meant letting go, And setting him to fly, Then certainly the time has come, And she must say goodbye. Its a strange kind of sickness,this lack of drive And it's all I can do to fight to survive. No longer living but simpy existing And it seems that there is no use in resisting. I've no strength to withstand no will to endure Even blue skies and sunshine bring no pleasure. How I wish I could desist feeling this way So that I might enjoy a bright,sunny day. How can I explain what I can't comprehend? You think I'm peculiar,I'm at my wits end. I do not desire to be feeling like this, But it seems that something in me has gone amiss. tears roll down my face without explanation, The pain seemingly has no derivation. Like oozing blood where there is no injury, Such is the enigma of my misery. All the lonely tears I've cried, Can you see it on my face? Desp'rately I try to hide, To conceal from view each trace. Smile and laugh,tell a funny joke, While feeling the pain of a broken heart. Remembering ev'ry cruel word spoke While being cute,witty and smart. It's tearing me apart, This trying to be two. The one I am....And the one I am for you. She asked not a thing from me, No words of love,no words to be. She wanted only what was hers to take, I gave her love,and now its too late. Please forgive me for what I have done, Today is over,tomorrow will never come. I beg only of you before you go, Look in my eyes to find a look you will know. My heart is heavy,my mind is weak, Without your love I know no peace. Dreams of you that are gone in the night. On wings of beauty,on wings of flight. Now left sinking in this pain of mine, Will I hold her again?Is there enough time? Only my plea left crying to you, My love can last forever...A love so true.

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It is easy to have hope in the spring,warrior,when the weather is warm and the trees are green. It is easy to have hope in the summer,when the trees glitter with gold. It is easy to have hope in the autumn when the trees are as red as livng blood. But in the winter,when the air is sharp and bitter and the skies are grey,do the trees die,warrior? What do the trees do in the winter,warrior,when all is dark and even the ground is frozen? It digs deep warrior.It sends its roots down,down into the soil,down into the warm heart of the world. There,deep within,the trees find nourishment to help them survive the darkness and the cold,so that they may bloom again in the spring. So,you stand in the darkest winter of your life,warrior.And you must dig deep to find the warmth and strength that will help you survive the bitter cold and terrible darkness. No longer do you have the blooms of spring,or the vigour of summer.You must find the strength you need in your heart,in your soul.And then,like the trees you will grow once more. I keep my paintbrush with me,wherever I may go.In case I need to cover up,so the real me doesn't show. I'm so afraid to show you me,afraid of what you'll do--the you might laugh or say mean things,I'm afraid I might lose you. I'd like to remove all my paint coats,to show you the real,true me.But I want you to try and understand I need you to accept what you see.So if you'll be patient,and close your eyes,I'll strip off all my coats real slow. Please understand how much it hurts to let the real me show. Now my coats are all stripped off.I feel naked,bare and cold.And if you still love me with all that you see,You are my friend Pure as gold.I need to keep my paintbrush,though,and hold it in my hand.I want to keep it handy,in case someone doesn't understand. So please protect me,my dear friend,and thanks for loving me true. But please let me keep my paintbrush,until I love me too.

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A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend is someone we treasure,for our friendship is a gift. A firend is someone who fills our lives with beauty,joy and grace. And makes the world we live in,a better and happier place.

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There's a little girl lost out there,that no one else can find. One day she grew up,and just left us behind. There's a little girl crying out there,that nobody else can hear, And so no one calms her endless river of tears. We took her for granted,and now that she is gone, Did we notice the death which crept into her song? She left us one day and no one knows where, But when she was with us,we never did care. She slipped through our fingers,like sunshine does through clouds. Why didn't we listen?We were all too proud. We didn't give her the love that she deserved. Her cries for attention slipped by us,unheard. Now help us please.Have you seen this girl? She is so beautiful,but frightened and lost in this world. Please,help us please!Have you seen this child? Tell her that we're sorry,and that we miss her sweet smile. If you should ever see her,please keep this in mind. She is something special,that you can't easily find. Appreciate her beauty,and keep your love true. For the little girl that is lost...is lost inside of you.