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 Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 2:59 pm
Remember me as I don't
I am the one that puts rocks in my shoes
Just so when I take them out
I will be able to run past everyone
I am the one that was always confused
On whether or not to fight for something
I am the one that showed wisdom in life
But does not know how to run my own
I hang out with friends
For when I am alone
I find myself
I am the one with hair like bark
With eyes like moss and sky
I am the one that finds the voice
In the land of silence
(P.S. I won a competition to have this put into a book a year ago. Me proud!)
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 6:21 pm
It's a good poem. I like it, can't wait to see your next one.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 7:00 pm
That was great! And congrats on the competition thing!...even tho it's obviously been about 1 1/2 years!
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 9:16 pm
Post another one. This was a good poem.
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The Unknown Shadow Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 4:39 pm
If only
If only you knew
All the dreams I've had
If only you knew
All the people I've hurt
If only you knew
The places I've seen
If only you knew
The wants I still have
If only you knew
How the fire burns
If only you knew
The things I will never forget
If only you knew
The things I will never forgive
But you don't know
And so
We can still be friends.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 4:44 pm
"Why do you doubt me so?"
Asked this unknown man. His voice was deep but it did not
carry the smoothness of a bass singer. It was like a
deep hole filled with gravel at it's bottom. The tone
added with it was lacking in emotion of any kind. It
was bland and without need or want to have anything in
it. It was cruel and evil now that I look at it.
Things seem different after you have the time to sit and
think about events past. Yet at the moment of happening it
did not occure to me that this man offered me anything
other then what he spoke of, for I was lonely and wanting.
"I can give you want you want. This is why you question."
He stated as his eyes bore into me, their natural oval
shape almost lost in the large 'V' of a glare that his
brow did make. He looked mad, but his anger was not played
out on anything within the room that we spoke. It was just
that his face seemed to be unable to form any other action.
His long thin nose would be a thing of beauty if those eyes
didn't attack anything that came to close to that area of
his face.
"Why should I place stock in a ghost? I know nothing about
or of you."
I pointed out. It was hard to keep a voice steady in front
of him. His stubbled jaw worked like a melted gate, releasing
his words.
"Because you have no one to place shock in any more. You
have been treated wrongly by those who had tricked you. As
for myself, you will learn of me as we grow together."
How this hurt! It was true! Of all the things to be done
to a man, let alone a human, to fake friendship and then
cut the rope while he was held over a cliff of life and
death; it should be unthinkable! Thus I was wary of him.
"Once I've been played the fool, but how shall I be after
playing it a second time!"
I shouted at him, mad at the injustice of the world. His
face however never changed although my mood had.
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