Category Archives: Poetry

Each day we wake and begin The progress of making decisions Some are helpful Others can be trouble At times we do not think about decisions we make These are the ones that bring trouble Problems may not occur immediately But they do catch up with you

She seems different on the outsideWhat is she like on the insideIs she the same as everyone elseOr is she really different She has a unique walkSure of who she isNo one could tell her otherwiseShe knows she is different She is different from all the restAnd that is how she likes itTo stand outContinue reading “Unique (Written June 1997)”

He draws her in with sweet words That lift her heart He treats her like a queen Before he can win her She believes him to be perfect Yet he is far from it Suddenly she learns That inside he holds an evil That will break her heart

He seemed so perfectYet there were things that were hiddenOut of sight where no one could find themHe smiles and says the right thingsThat is what he was taughtEven though he wishes to be differentNever getting too closeFor fear that the hidden would be found He seemed so rightYet there were things which were soContinue reading “Perfection? No!”

She screams, but I can not see whySuddenly something fly’s at herThe crunch of glass as I walk to her windowShe is motionless nowBlood drips from a gash on her headIt runs and dries down her faceShe no longer screams I walk to the other side of the careA man sits behind the wheelHis visionContinue reading “Visions (Written Dec 1996)”

Last night I dreamed a troubling dream I dreamed that you were gone Never to be seen by anyone again I did not know how you disappeared Or why it had to be this way

A reoccurring dream Keeps plaguing my sleep I see lights before my eyes They get closer and brighter Suddenly they are gone But the sounds that linger take the pace of light I want to cover my ears But my arms will not move I want to scream Yet no sound comes Then I seeContinue reading “Reoccurring Dream (Written Aug 1996)”

A cry goes out in the darkFull of pain and angerNot physical pain, but mentalThe cry of a childSo meek and mild Will you hear the criesAnd reach out your hand to helpOr will you turn the other wayIgnoring the helpless childSo meek and mild Why will you not helpIs it too hard to putContinue reading “Meek & Mild (Written July 1996)”

Darkness clouds my visionSo all I saw is goneYet still I see shadows Light so intenseFills my visionLike spotlights or headlightsPeople call outBut I can not help themFor I am not thereAll I can do is watchIt is over Light and vision is backAnd the sight is overBut will occurIn the future

I close my eyes and go to sleepYou are here as I fall to dreamsHolding me close to youWhere sweet thoughts fill my mindOf you and meAnd how things should be I drift through dreamsAnd clouds of joySuddenly all is darkand I am scaredBut you are with meAs it should be Yet when I awokeYouContinue reading “Should Have Been (Written July 1996)”