a compelation(sp?) of my recent poems...
I would be there for you if you only wanted me there
I would be there for you if you only gave me a chance
I would want to love you as much as possible
But you dont want me there
You dont want to give me a chance
And you cant love me as much as I love you.
If you asked me if I loved you I would be speechless
If you asked me to be yours forever I wouldnt know words
If you asked me to love you as much as possible I would answer with a smile
But you wouldnt as me to love you
You wouldnt ask me to be yours forever
And you wouldnt want me to love you as much as I love you.
If I could spend one night in your arms I would remember that moment forever
If I could know that you cared about our friendship as much as I do I would believe things are going to work out
If I could live one day as your true love I would know things are ok
But I'll never spend one night in your arms
I'll never know that you care
And I will never be your true love... no matter how much I truly love you.
***
as days continue to fall apart
i begin to believe that my love for you
was never really true
and it only existed in my eyes
my sleep is deprived while your image
wanders into a wish filled world
full of dreams and images
that will never be real
rhyme schemes are messed up as the pen
glides along the piece of paper
on which my true feelings for you
are revealed within a few words
dialing your phone number and hearing
your voice allows me to
drift into a world of amusement
if only for a minimal amount of time
i feel as if i am writing what i know
although i dont have any idea
as to what i know
when it comes to me and you
but yet as the days go on
i feel as if we
grow closer as
we move apart
my words have been twisted and
wrapped around each other
so try to understand
what i've been trying to say
i know that i hate you
this is true but
through all my hate
i somehow want to love you
so as my dreams continue
and i walk on clouds of dust
i hope that one day you will
dream of me as i dream of you
and we
can be
together
in the end.
***
clouded visions of memories galore
numerous emotions come through the door
entering into a demension so unreal
that i begin to wonder when i'll start to feel
feel the laughter and happy times
instead of living my life through my rhymes
tears begin to fall down my face
and i wait for someones long embrace
embrace the world and all its faults
it'd be too perfect if we left them out
so run into my world and lock the door
we can be by ourselves forever more
more people try to live this life
they are greeted with an attitude and walk away with a knife
sometimes they live although they feel pain
others cant hack it with the rules of this game
games that cause some to grow and play
while others lose and wish it wasn't that day
sometimes they bend them and things are still fine
isnt anyone else's life as confusing as mine
mine is the one that takes the cake
rhyming forever in poetry i make
allowing few in and locking the door
sorry i'm acting like such a bore
i'll bore you once and bore you twice
with me its like walking on thin ice
if you're leaving the door is over there
thanks for coming - at least i know you care
***
how long do i have to love you
before you believe i'm true
and how long do i have to love you
before you love me too?
how long do i have to sit here
and wish that you were mine
because i have this feeling
that seems to not know time.
how much do i have to say
before you believe that i'm real
and one day make me feel as if
you too have started to feel
how much do i have to do
for you to feel the same
because i'm beginning to believe
that all i am is lame
how many rhymes do i have to write
before you start to know
that i really do love you
and all you've made that love do is grow
how many poems do i have to make
for you to finally agree
that we can be together
and live happily.
***
sometimes she wants to pick up a knife
slicing the skin and releasing the strife
but something inside tells her to not
even though this feeling is experienced a lot
watching others experience the pain
triggers emotions inside her own brain
she feels for them but still feels like picking up the blade
and going back to the place in which we're all made
she doesnt want to die but she doesnt want to be here
these emotions cause her to release a tear
friends have done it so why shouldnt she
because her death would cause pain as oppsed to glee
as she sets the blade on her skin and begins to press down
she imagines her funeral in the next town
suddenly the phone rings and the blade falls to the floor
her friend shall soon be at the door
looking at the knife laying within reach
she thinks about what her friend just preached
"dont cut yourself because i'll miss you forever"
these words were perfect and clever
her friend saved the girls life that day
if she hadn't called in a grave she would lay
please remember that people do care
and that this pain is never to much to bear
***
underdeveloped and alone
are my feelings for the one called "him"
i have yet to recieve these feelings back
and i dont think i ever will
his eyes are so suggestive
yet those suggestions are imagined
because his voice speaks the truth
which says we are only friends
i dream of the day when we will be more
but i doubt that day will ever come
it exists only in my mind
and thats not a place you want to be
i wish this basket of my thoughts
could begin to rhyme
because i feel thats how i express myself best
especially when i'm thinking of you
all i'm trying to say
is please try and give me a chance
because i know that i love you no matter the cost
but if all else - just be my friend.
***
alone in a world of darkness and tears
trying to open the blinds
dealing with numerous amounts of people
so many types and kinds
a telephone rings in a distant room
and i jump at the chance to talk
if only someone would open a door
and allow me to go for a walk
i feel like they're sitting here watching me now
even though i dont see from where
starting to throw things at the wall
even though theres nothing there
parading around this room with four walls
with only a ceiling and a floor
damnit where are all the people
are they gone forever more
sitting alone in solitary confinement
is like turning on the flow of tears
because no matter how much i'm allowed to think
i still need to live the rest of my years
i swear i didnt try to do it
please just let me explain
these thoughts are building inside my head
and they dont all fit in my brain
if only he would give me a chance
and if only he could see
everything that i have caused to happen
you have done to me
i caused the pain upon myself
because you caused it too
how would you feel if you fell in love
but they werent in love with you
i wonder if you'd feel this way
and sit alone and cry
because it seems like you're completely alone
and yet you dont want to die
self inflicted pain is one thing
and self loathing is another
maybe if someone loved me
we could understand each other
if only that other would be this "him"
and if only he could let me know
that i really do have a chance
because his love has begun to grow
but im living inside a dream world
im locked up inside a room
everyone is watching me
they have sentenced me to my doom
maybe they should give me a pen
and i'll write down my pain
because once they've started to pick
they'll understand my brain
i will be able to end this long poem of sorrow
and enter a world of shine
who am i kidding thats not how it is
because thats not how i live mine
one day eventually i'll end this writing
and hopefully that day will come soon
because the rhymes are becoming redundant
hey theres a window... i see the moon
I would be there for you if you only gave me a chance
I would want to love you as much as possible
But you dont want me there
You dont want to give me a chance
And you cant love me as much as I love you.
If you asked me if I loved you I would be speechless
If you asked me to be yours forever I wouldnt know words
If you asked me to love you as much as possible I would answer with a smile
But you wouldnt as me to love you
You wouldnt ask me to be yours forever
And you wouldnt want me to love you as much as I love you.
If I could spend one night in your arms I would remember that moment forever
If I could know that you cared about our friendship as much as I do I would believe things are going to work out
If I could live one day as your true love I would know things are ok
But I'll never spend one night in your arms
I'll never know that you care
And I will never be your true love... no matter how much I truly love you.
***
as days continue to fall apart
i begin to believe that my love for you
was never really true
and it only existed in my eyes
my sleep is deprived while your image
wanders into a wish filled world
full of dreams and images
that will never be real
rhyme schemes are messed up as the pen
glides along the piece of paper
on which my true feelings for you
are revealed within a few words
dialing your phone number and hearing
your voice allows me to
drift into a world of amusement
if only for a minimal amount of time
i feel as if i am writing what i know
although i dont have any idea
as to what i know
when it comes to me and you
but yet as the days go on
i feel as if we
grow closer as
we move apart
my words have been twisted and
wrapped around each other
so try to understand
what i've been trying to say
i know that i hate you
this is true but
through all my hate
i somehow want to love you
so as my dreams continue
and i walk on clouds of dust
i hope that one day you will
dream of me as i dream of you
and we
can be
together
in the end.
***
clouded visions of memories galore
numerous emotions come through the door
entering into a demension so unreal
that i begin to wonder when i'll start to feel
feel the laughter and happy times
instead of living my life through my rhymes
tears begin to fall down my face
and i wait for someones long embrace
embrace the world and all its faults
it'd be too perfect if we left them out
so run into my world and lock the door
we can be by ourselves forever more
more people try to live this life
they are greeted with an attitude and walk away with a knife
sometimes they live although they feel pain
others cant hack it with the rules of this game
games that cause some to grow and play
while others lose and wish it wasn't that day
sometimes they bend them and things are still fine
isnt anyone else's life as confusing as mine
mine is the one that takes the cake
rhyming forever in poetry i make
allowing few in and locking the door
sorry i'm acting like such a bore
i'll bore you once and bore you twice
with me its like walking on thin ice
if you're leaving the door is over there
thanks for coming - at least i know you care
***
how long do i have to love you
before you believe i'm true
and how long do i have to love you
before you love me too?
how long do i have to sit here
and wish that you were mine
because i have this feeling
that seems to not know time.
how much do i have to say
before you believe that i'm real
and one day make me feel as if
you too have started to feel
how much do i have to do
for you to feel the same
because i'm beginning to believe
that all i am is lame
how many rhymes do i have to write
before you start to know
that i really do love you
and all you've made that love do is grow
how many poems do i have to make
for you to finally agree
that we can be together
and live happily.
***
sometimes she wants to pick up a knife
slicing the skin and releasing the strife
but something inside tells her to not
even though this feeling is experienced a lot
watching others experience the pain
triggers emotions inside her own brain
she feels for them but still feels like picking up the blade
and going back to the place in which we're all made
she doesnt want to die but she doesnt want to be here
these emotions cause her to release a tear
friends have done it so why shouldnt she
because her death would cause pain as oppsed to glee
as she sets the blade on her skin and begins to press down
she imagines her funeral in the next town
suddenly the phone rings and the blade falls to the floor
her friend shall soon be at the door
looking at the knife laying within reach
she thinks about what her friend just preached
"dont cut yourself because i'll miss you forever"
these words were perfect and clever
her friend saved the girls life that day
if she hadn't called in a grave she would lay
please remember that people do care
and that this pain is never to much to bear
***
underdeveloped and alone
are my feelings for the one called "him"
i have yet to recieve these feelings back
and i dont think i ever will
his eyes are so suggestive
yet those suggestions are imagined
because his voice speaks the truth
which says we are only friends
i dream of the day when we will be more
but i doubt that day will ever come
it exists only in my mind
and thats not a place you want to be
i wish this basket of my thoughts
could begin to rhyme
because i feel thats how i express myself best
especially when i'm thinking of you
all i'm trying to say
is please try and give me a chance
because i know that i love you no matter the cost
but if all else - just be my friend.
***
alone in a world of darkness and tears
trying to open the blinds
dealing with numerous amounts of people
so many types and kinds
a telephone rings in a distant room
and i jump at the chance to talk
if only someone would open a door
and allow me to go for a walk
i feel like they're sitting here watching me now
even though i dont see from where
starting to throw things at the wall
even though theres nothing there
parading around this room with four walls
with only a ceiling and a floor
damnit where are all the people
are they gone forever more
sitting alone in solitary confinement
is like turning on the flow of tears
because no matter how much i'm allowed to think
i still need to live the rest of my years
i swear i didnt try to do it
please just let me explain
these thoughts are building inside my head
and they dont all fit in my brain
if only he would give me a chance
and if only he could see
everything that i have caused to happen
you have done to me
i caused the pain upon myself
because you caused it too
how would you feel if you fell in love
but they werent in love with you
i wonder if you'd feel this way
and sit alone and cry
because it seems like you're completely alone
and yet you dont want to die
self inflicted pain is one thing
and self loathing is another
maybe if someone loved me
we could understand each other
if only that other would be this "him"
and if only he could let me know
that i really do have a chance
because his love has begun to grow
but im living inside a dream world
im locked up inside a room
everyone is watching me
they have sentenced me to my doom
maybe they should give me a pen
and i'll write down my pain
because once they've started to pick
they'll understand my brain
i will be able to end this long poem of sorrow
and enter a world of shine
who am i kidding thats not how it is
because thats not how i live mine
one day eventually i'll end this writing
and hopefully that day will come soon
because the rhymes are becoming redundant
hey theres a window... i see the moon