Old School....literally
I was going threw some old boxes that were in my room at my dad's house...and I came acrosse this journal I used to write in. And in it, i found these three poems I wrote while i was on tour back in middle school.
Fear:
Lost inside, Crying becaues of fear,
I want to help, because all I see is a team.
She is so hurt.
At first i just thought she was a flirt.
But she is frozen stiff.
And i want to help lift,
lift the spirit of joy.
Lift her sole to love,
Real love, not forced, not forced.
She crys,
I cry.
She hurts,
I hurt.
She helps,
I help.
She is lost inside crying because of fear,
Fear, lost, fear!
Friends
You will always be there
You will never let me fall
You cry when I cry
Your kind gentle touch,
is as pure as the first love.
You will always hep
You will care with all your heart.
When my heart is broken
You will tend to me.
When i lose a friend
You will fill the gap.
And you will always be
My best friend!
And my favorite....
Scared
Running, faster and faster.
The darkness is closing in,
closing in on life.
The dark path to hell.
I can't see.
I can't feel.
The water building up in my eyes,
Affriad to blink, for the waterfall that would appear.
Just lieing there still,
Cold
Dark,
I am running so fast and so hard.
But yet I seem to go nowhere.
He is close behind,
He is catching up.
Dark,
Cold.
The figure of shadows in the back,
in the back of my eyes.
I can't get rid on the image.
Cold,
Dark,
Scared!
So yea, they are pretty bad. But I don't really remember what made me write them for the most part. You ahve to wonder what the hell was going through my head??