Filed under: Poetry
I am yearning for your love and your sweet and gentle touch.
I’m all alone. I need you by my side.
Is that asking for too much?
You said you would always be there for me.
When did that change?
I never knew love could cause so much pain.
My heart is now infected from this opened wound.
I hope you care enough to close it soon.
Filed under: Poetry
Turn on the music, the notes I will hear
Let the beat the play, something in it will catch my ear
By the hear of the beat will take away all of the fear
Turn on the music, the notes I will hear
Filed under: Drama
CHUCK: Hey, my name is Chuck, and I want to tell you about my most prized possessions. It us my handy dandy notebook I bought it online, it is the same exact notebook that was in blue’s clue’s. I spent my entire life savings on it, but who cares. It was totally worth it. I went to the playground with it the other day, and no one would play with me because I’m “too old”, I don’t think 37 is too to go to the play ground. They said I should be “at work” That is my work I run that playground. I make all the kids buy me ice cream when the ice cream truck comes around. Anyways, as I was saying, as soon as I pulled out my handy dandy notebook and showed the kids, the thought I was a rock star. One little girl even compared me to Hannah Montana. Yep, me and my notebook are that cool.
Filed under: Poetry
Living in darkness waiting for the light
I can’t see, my head is full of fright
Something or someone is behind that door
There’s nothing to do, except lay on this floor
The heat surrounds me
And I start to sweat
I breathe heavily
Til I’m out of breath
My heart starts racing
As I impatiently wait
For someone to save me, hoping it’s not too late.
I begin to go crazy and lose my mind
Hope is something I can’t find
Can someone save me? Or are they in the darkness too?
Do I wait it out?
I’m lost, I’m not sure what to do!
Help me get out of this darkness
And turn on the light
So my head won’t be filled with so much fright.
Filed under: Poetry
As the serpent’s coils hypnotize
And dark red colors mesmerize
Revealing nothing to the eyes
We watch the dance begin.
The dance has an allure that is not just
It tempts us all with subtle lust
Betraying nothing though it must
Convey a deeper sin.
It moves just like the setting sun
It fools the mind of everyone
As if it does it just for fun
It slowly pulls us in.
We try to fight it but we are
As pebbles compared to a star
And as we drift on ever far
Out time is wearing thin.
Alas at the end we have arrived
We do not know if we’ve survived
Was it all real or just contrived
Where did it all begin?
Filed under: Poetry
As I slip away
I remember everything
The rapture once had
Filed under: Poetry
To choose between two
The deep battle I must endure
Pulls my soul apart
Filed under: Poetry
Some people ask me, “Are you ready to be an Indian next year?”
I say “I am not going to be an Indian next year, because I am forever a Scot.”
The decision to close Highland High School has been made in my freshman year. I heard the news and I shed not one tear. Sometimes I think “Man I can’t believe I am going to be an Indian next year.”
But then I think again and say: “I am forever a Scot.”
Filed under: Poetry
Fly free with balloons
Fearless in the infinate dark night
Happy forever
Filed under: Poetry
In your eyes I see the stars
Shining in all their beauty
In your smile I see the moon
Dark, Brooding, and Mysterious
In your arms I see the world
Bright and Welcoming
I see everything in you
But you don’t see me
I think the most of you
But do you think of me
I want to be your everything
I’ll never be more than a friend
Your eyes were never mine to see
Your smile never mine to experience
Your arms never meant for me
Your heart never mine to keep
