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These are all my poems

BOYS VS GIRLS - 11/11/00

I once thought I had many friends,

we were so close it would never end.

But then they went away one day,

never to return again.

I once thought I would never survive,

if I didn't have you I thought I'd die.

But then I grew up and learned some stuff:

I learned friends are forever and keep your secrets.

You stay up all night and talk til daylight.

With friends you rarely ever fight,

then you become so very tight.

With boys you never know what to say,

they go and come in the exact same way.

They'll tear you apart from all of your girls,

and make you believe that they are your world.

But soon you lose interest in that guy,

and never truly understand why.

But by then all your girls have moved on,

now your alone and wish they weren't gone.

So girls never forget your true loves,

there always there to give their care.

A boy can bring pleasure and rings,

only a girlfriend can bring anything.

SCARED - 8/13/01

Alone at night,

I wonder why.

Why I feel like,

I want to die.

Why my life,

isn't what it was.

I know my actions,

are the cause.

There's so many things,

I've wanted to do.

I just really don't,

know how to.

There's all these thoughts,

I've never shared.

I think that is because,

I am so scared:

Scared of people,

Scared of friends.

Scared of the night,

that never ends.

Scared of love,

Scared of life.

Scared of you,

with a knife.

Scared of laughter,

Scared of fun.

Scared of the man,

with a gun.

Scared of winning,

Scared of pain.

Scared of the sound,

made by rain.

I'm so scared here,

I'm so scared there.

I'm so scared almost everywhere.

But then there's one place,

I feel free.

There's one place,

I feel safe.

That place is in your arms,

that place there I'm away from harm.

"NET" - 8/15/01

I dunno why,

I even try.

All she does,

is make me cry.

I tell her something,

she denies.

I tell her something,

she says I lie.

She always thinks,

I do things wrong.

She always listens,

to her songs.

When she's not online,

she's asleep.

When she's not online,

she's a *BLEEP*.

She thinks they are her friends,

but doesn't seem to care.

She thinks they are her friends,

I guess I don't compare.

We were friends,

all last summer.

Why'd I think,

this one would be funner?

I know why,

she used to be shy.

She would never think,

to talk to a guy.

But now there's hub, Kbaer and Buck.

I'm waiting for the day,

when she'll really get stuck.

She's in it for fun,

maybe they are too.

But if there not,

who knows what they'd do.

The web had options,

New York does too.

Family or "friends",

who do you choose?

DEAD - 12/13/01

This is my letter,

to be found after death.

A letter filled,

with stories and regrets.

While I was alive,

I watched many slowly die.

So due to what I've seen,

I know how I want mine to be:

I want Mom to be happy,

and to find a new man.

She's truly been,

the best that she can.

I want Dad to seek help,

and to give up the booze.

Everything would be better,

but he needs to choose.

I want Mat to find friends,

that really give a damn.

And a special girl,

proud to call him her man.

I want Doug to move on,

and find someone new.

Something people think,

he should already do.

I hope Sarah will forgive me,

and have a great life.

One day I know,

she'll find Mr. Right.

And Jamie who is weird and unique,

will someday get all ends to meet.

She's always there,

to give her care.

To those I forgot,

don't worry.

Once I'm gone,

you'll be in glory.

At my funeral,

please don't cry.

I'll be ok,

once I get to the sky.

Have a big party,

and make fun of me.

Sort through my stuff,

take what ever you need.

Death doesn't scare me,

but living did.

I guess I am just,

a messed up kid.

COUNSELING - 12/17/01

"You need counseling! Kiss my ass!"

These were some of the last things,

my mom said.

Before I went downstairs,

and found her dead.

The fucking drunk,

screamed her to death.

Got her so worked up,

and took her last breath.

Now I wish he would die,

He's taken away all my pride.

She didn't deserve him,

no woman did.

I am so ashamed to say,

I am Marc Briggs' kid.

The anger for him,

I cannot describe.

I can't even recall,

all the times that I've cried.

But this night tops em,

he went too far.

Does she need counseling?

Huh, not by far.

He always gets drunk,

she never said a word.

So why couldn't she have a life?

Was that so absurbed?

But then there was someone who treated her right.

One who really deserved her.

So why couldn't she have been with him,

instead of my drunk ass father?

MORE TO COME WHEN I GET THE TIME HEHE