WELCOME

..and here are a few things to keep in mind:

This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.

Enjoy...

[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]


“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson


Saturday, September 25, 2004

Longing

I long for a gentle touch.
Just to know someone cares.
Wrap your arms around me,
Just let me cry.
I don’t want you,
I just want to know
that someone wants to care.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Your Pain is Mine

It hurts so much.
The pain all feels new again.

I care so much about him.
Why does he have to face the same?

It hurts me so much,
To see him hurting, like he is.

I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do.
Just listen.

Listen.
To what he says, and what he doesn’t.

My friend, the pain, it hurts,
me, almost, as it does you.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Freedom

Where is this freedom?
You tell me I’m free,
But where do I find it?
I look around myself,
I don’t understand.
Where is my freedom?


Freedom is in our choices,
And in the way we live.
The way we go about our day,
And how we express ourselves.
Freedom means you own yourself,
And choose your own destiny.

Freedom is in our responsibilities,
As a united people,
We must serve each other,
So we may remain free.

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Feelings Change

I can’t fight this war any longer,
I can’t control these feelings in me,
They are struggling to be released.
I must let them out,
Tell you how I feel,
And what this does to me
But…


How do I describe your caring heart,
How I can’t care for you any longer?

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Back Again

Sometimes things have to be learned the hard way.
I just can’t seem to learn
from others mistakes
or my own.
When will I understand?
No matter how many times,
how many ways,
I still go back again.
When will I learn that this must be stopped.