Well, here are some poems I've written. I hope you like them.

* grace of an angel *

She flew into the morning

With the grace of an angel

Sunlight on her face.

She lightly ran

Across the sand

Leaving a trail behind.

Her hair shines like the sun

As it flies in the breeze

Falling back in place,

Framing her beautiful face.

Her shines like the sun

As it flies in the breeze

Falling back in place,

Framing her beautiful face.

Brush out the tangles

Clean up the mess

Wash out the coffee stain

From your white lace dress.

Wipe off your lipstick

Take off your mask

Reveal the real you that

You hid in the past.

Do You . . .

Do you dream if you can’t sleep?

Do you run if you have no legs?

Do you leave if you have no retreat?

Do you live if you’re just gonna die?

Do you give up or are you gonna try

for me? Are you gonna try for me?

Do you ask for the truth if that’s not what you want?

Does your wound heal before it was actually cut?

Do you die before you were born

and was your spirit really torn

from your body?

Window

The snow falling down, as I watch from my window, I wish you were here.

Tears are streaming down, my face is a waterfall, river on the floor.

My tears compare with the snow falling outside, cold and wet they fall.

Tears fill the river, snow falls and covers the ground, my cries fill the room.

AUTHORS NOTE- “me” is not me.

the deep scarlett

of my blood

is gone and you should know

that is was you who made me fall

when you struck

me and it was you

who told me to drop dead

and i didn’t

but myheart

did

One Good Thing

One good thing is better than none,

one good thing is the summer sun, but the one good thing soon fades away,

one good thing only lasts a day, for when night comes

the clouds caress you,

when morning comes,

the sun will dress you

in a warm, undying light.

One good thing

only lasts a while,

so take it in,

and wear a smile.

One good thing,

is one good kiss,

a glisten of hope,

a moment of bliss.

This one's actually a song I made up but. . .

The birds of love,

OhoooOh,

the birds will fly,

OhoooOh,

the birds will whisper ya wanna

go for dinner tonight?

your birds will fly,

OhoooOh,

out of their cage

OhoooOh,

and tell me yes, I’ll pick you

up at 8:00

and be there sharp,

OhoooOh,

8:00 on the dot.

OhooOh,

Cause if you don’t well baby,

my life’ll be shot.

OhoooOh,

My birds’ll say,

OhoooOh,

well thanks a lot.

OhoooOh,

We’ll be there at 8:00 on the

dot.

And then they’ll bump,

OhoooOh,

into the wall,

OhoooOh,

smile shyly and stutter when they talk.

They say goodbye,

they have to go.

They’d really like to stay a

while

but they have to go.

I hold them in my heart

as I hold the tac

that will put up their picture

on my once blank walls

I hold their music in my ears

as real life disappears

as my voice blends in with theirs

away fly my worries, troubles

and cares

AUTHORS NOTE::

Brent, this color is for you. Not that you're reading this, this is your favorite color, Navy Blue.

Picture Of You

In my heart I'll always see

a perfect vision of you and me

but in real life, reality

nothing looks the way I see it,

'cause reality just don't agree with it.

But still that picture in my

heart

will always remain,

never torn apart.

It stays there stubbornly, stuck with glue

where I can see it, that picture of you.

PLEASE E-MAIL ME WITH YOUR COMMENTS OR POEMS AND/OR SONGS YOU HAVE WRITTEN AND I WILL PUT THEM UP!!

THANKS!!!