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Yeah, these are all written by me. I know there's not many but... I don't often get struck with inspiration. Better to wait for the inspiration to strike than struggle and end up with crap, that's my philosophy. So yeah, enjoy... and if you have any poems you wouldn't mind putting on my website, email them to me.(Shinyshade@aol.com) I'm gonna start another page for other people's poetry.... Well, keep it real, and don't die. Bye.

Resignation
I want to love you
I want you to love me
I need you to feel me
Why do you ignore me?
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?
I don't know anything anymore
You complicate things
Why can't you love me?
Why can't you feel me?
Don't I matter to you?
Why do I try?
I give up
Penitence
I'm sorry I cheat
I'm sorry I lie
I'm sorry I steal
I'm sorry I can't be
The friend you want me to be
I'm sorry I can't share
My secrets with you
I'm sorry if you think
I'm hiding something from you
I'm sorry you're right
I'm sorry I can't live this life
Letting Go
If you could only see inside
To see the part of us that's died
You wouldn't have to wonder why
I hold it back I only cry

I know it's hard letting go
But this is for the best I know
You don't love me, you say you do
But give it time and you'll see it's true

There were too many times of doubt
Too many times I was left without
A shread of hope, a shread of love
I could only pray to above

Letting go is the hardest thing to do
Letting go, I didn't want to hurt you
Letting go, Maybe you will see
Letting go is the best for you and me
My Letter to the world
This is my letter to the world
  My voice
   My dream
    My thought
When you fell, who picked you up?
Not me? Ha, certainly not.
I'm never there for you, is that so?
Yeah, well, fuck you too.
Stab me in the back, bitch
I've come to expect it
Your problems magically become mine
 Your voice
  Your dream
   Your thought
Your self appreciating, pathological existence
Eating me alive until I am
Just a shell of my former self.
Fuck the parasitic perseity that's gnawing
At my very soul, my very life...
Most importantly, my happiness.
That green-eyed devil clawing out
The windows to my soul,
Annihilating any chance of delectation
I may have possessed.
Next time you fall, don't look my way
After all, I'm never there for you, right?




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