Winter
Bundles of leaves frosted with icing
Fresh white coats on every roof top
Fields of white sand in every backyard
Groups of penguins waddeling by

Night Time Love
Lay down your heart, put it aside
Please don't run, there's nowhere to hide
We can sit by the fire, watching the stars
Love the quiet, there are no noisy cars
Now it's late, lay down by my side
Our minds drift, like a flower in a tide
Dreams will come, and we'll love again
There are no worries, there is no sin

Falling
I'm laying on a pillow
Somewhere in the sky
I ask myself an answer
But I don't know why
I'm falling in a raindrop
Coming from the ground
Now I'm in a railroad tunnel
Somewhere underground

Differences In Emotion
Like a drop of clean pure water
On a soft, delicate, beautiful rose petal,
I look at you, sad/happy all the time
How can you be so calm when mad,
And act so happy, while looking very sad?
I can see in your eyes a lonely thought
I know you have worked hard and fought
To keep the image you now hold.

Not To Return
Welcome to nowhere
Say hello to the ending
I keep on walking
No one can bother me
I sit straight in the corner
No hint of my laughter
My memory is blank now
My whole world keeps changing
My awareness is fading
Not to return

The Wall And The Balloon
I see the wall
It's always been there
It will change, and
In it's place
Will be a red balloon
I don't know why
I don't know how
I just do not question
I don't question anything
But if I did, here is what I would question:
Why am I here
When will I be gone
How did I get here
Where did I come from
Who am I to question
But no one is here to answer, so I do not question
I see the red balloon
It has not always been here
It will change again, and
In its place
Will be a gray, stone wall

A Limerick
There was a book that had feelings, too
He could feel, just like me and you
Anger, comfort, love, and more
He felt pain when thrown on the floor
He had more feelings than anyone knew

Blackness Fills The Room
Blackness fills the room
In the background I can see a dim light
Moving closer, closer, closer
You've come too far
Two inches from a candle
One single little candle
The flame is a black one
Burning in it's own way
Blackness fills the room
In the background suddenly there was a light

Thinking It Over
I've been thinking it over
I just want to be with you
I've been thinking it over
And I don't want to lose
I've been thinking it over
And I don't like it this way
I've been thinking it over
All my happiness is you
I've been thinking it over
And all it is is you
I've been thinking it over
And there's nothing left to say
I've been thinking it over
All I want is you

Sky Dancers
See the sun go down
There goes all your hopes
See the moon go up
Here comes your dreams
See the moon go down
There goes your fantasies
See the sun go up
Here comes new thoughts

Love Story
How many people know our special love?
How many people thank the heavens up above?
Our book will be a fairy tale
Our story will turn you pale
Our book will travel through the years,
It will bring a sea of tears
A legend without many rhymes,
It's a story for all times.
But how many people share our special love?
And how many people can thank the heavens up above?

Thank You (the edited and cut version)
I'll be the one that will be here
No matter what you do or say
You've been here for me
So many, many times before
I wish I could thank you,
I want to hold you
But no matter how hard I try
All I can do is cry
I feel so alone in this world
But then I think of you
You make everything good come true
All those times I've wanted to die
But now none of it matters
Because I have you
How can I thank you?
How can I help you?
I want to do something
I'd do anything
Anything at all to show you
I was blinded before I met you
You are the reason I am me
I'm so much better than before
So much wiser, so much more confident
It was you, I want to thank you
It was love, like I never knew
Friendship like I never had
Could you ever really know?
I wish that you could know
And I'd give you the moon
And I'd give you anything at all
But how can I make it up to you?
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me how to thank you
Tell me how to help you
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
Thank you

Slit
A broken soul
Ripped apart
Thrown away
Laying in garbage
Packed in mud
Nothing left
In the eyes
Of the glory
What used to be
Holy
Used to be
Loved
Tears of the heart
Forming an ocean
But no one can see
And no one can know
Nothing is felt
As a voice cries out
No one can hear
The shrieks of the
Angered,
Shrieks of the wounded
The pain of the broken.
Why can't they hear me?
What can I do?
A new soul blossoms,
Into the nightmare of life

The Song Of A Freak
Why can't they all see?
Too narrow minded to realize
They're really just like me
Only perfect in their eyes
They are not as different
They all look just the same
I dress like how I feel
So I feel a freak
But I like myself,
As crazy as I seem
Atleast I don't try and hide
And be like how I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be that normal
I just want to be free
I like my crazy self
Confusing to myself

the first poem I wrote, in either 1989 or 1990
Time
Today and tomorrow forever are gone
Life as we know it shall never be won
Yesterday and now shall vanish somehow

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