My pen runs dry,
I've naught to say.
For I've learned that I
have lost this day.
I look again,
at our first date.
And the only flaw,
is that I hesitate.
I suppose that then,
I got too bold.
Found I play my hand,
when I should fold.
So now I sit,
alone again.
With a lonely hearty,
and an empty pen.
- Untitled, Craig D'Amelio
After a while you learn,
the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't mean security
and you being to understand that kisses aren't contracts,
and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head held high and your eye open,
with the grace of a woman - not the grief of a child
And you learn to build your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling down midflight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn: that you really can endure,
that you really are strong and that you really do have worth.
And you learn, and you learn, and you learn... with every goodbye you learn
- On Breaking up, I have NO IDEA but I stole it off Lisa
I've grown so much, I've come so far
I realize now I'm not that star
That star that shines so bright at first
that others follow him from birth
So much I've simply given away
how much of the old me has chosen to stay?
I know this person in the mirror
is not the boy who once cried in terror
but now he cries anew,
he cries for what he can not do
he cries for what he has now done
and wishes he had a gun
No easier way out would there be
than to take away so easily
the hurt the pain the bad choice
and the sobbing sound of a single voice
why so hard, why so late
do you truly believe in fate
it would be nice to blame this life
on something else that causes strife
but I know it's by my own hand
I've brought about this horrid band
and never ending it now seems
these tearing eyes and troubled dreams
- Changes, Craig D'Amelio
Oh how it hurts I've no tears to cry
I can see clearly through my eye
I feel pain in my heart but it won't manifest
I suppose alone is what is best
I can't show my love
to make her know
I can't win her love
nor make it grow
I can't keep her safe,
or live this way,
I wish I could
just fall away
For alone I feel as my tears come forth
My fate alone a heavy torch
So is a merciful hug what I want
Or a lover's embrace to light this haunt
- Pain, Craig D'Amelio
'Twas some days before Christmas & Craig was alone.
On a train, done his shopping, he was on his way home.
The place called "T" "O" was chilly this day
and a big credit bill he now had to pay.
And as usual, thoughts danced in his head,
of his friends, "I should do something" he said.
But what could he do? He almost did choke
as he remembered tuition had made him near broke.
He would write he decided, oh but alas...
he can't write worth shit. He may look like an ass.
Only one moment passed before he did realize
he was already an ass in most peoples' eyes.
So he wrote down this poem as his way to say,
I love you all dearly, have a great Christmas day.
- Christmas card 2002, Craig D'Amelio
I stand in a crowded room,
I know the names and faces,
I know the stories and places,
But I feel alone.
I stand among my friends,
I see the love and smiles,
I feel the warmth and know the trials,
But I am alone.
I stand upon the highest mount,
I feel the cold and snow,
To the world my heart I show,
But I will always be alone.
- A lonely fool, Craig D'Amelio
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