Poetry

Poems are my diary,
I write differently than most.
People ask if they can read,
Usually, no…
Again, it’s like my diary.
No one reads one,
So the other?

Sometimes they rhyme,
Sometimes they are just thoughts
broken by a new line.
I write what I think,
feel,
have felt,
see,
and anything else.

Poetry is freedom of speech,
Say what you want,
How you want.
Write it whenever, wherever.
In you own form
And fashion.

Do not ever
Condem someone’s poetry.
Even if it’s not how you write.
Even if it doesn’t rhyme.
You don’t understand it,
Don’t condem it,
Leave it alone.

Emotions

Cold rain drops,
Falling on my face,
Wondering who I am,
As I stare off into space.

Warm tear drops,
Running down my cheek,
Help me up please,
I'm feeling so weak.

Cool rain drops,
Splashing on my face,
Wondering what's happening,
As my heart begins to race.

Hot tear drops,
Searing down my cheek,
I cry, and cry,
I think I've sprung a leak.

Hot, Cold, Warm, Cool,
It's all running into one.
All these sensations,
Have just begun.

Something Wrong With Me

I want to tell
someone
But who? How?
What do I explain?
I don’t know (what’s wrong)

Who do I trust
to tell
It’s not that I don’t
trust
people
I just don’t know who I can
trust
I want to tell…
it would help me
know how I feel
…listen?

I want to get this out
There must be
something wrong
with me
I’m sure.

Death and Horror

Death and horror be upon us.
We warned you once,
Not it’s beyond us.

We told you twice,
You turned your head.
Now, soon, you’ll be dead.

Once more you said no,
You wouldn’t believe us,
You said "so?"

When they finally came,
"No way, not me," you said,
Now you’ll never be the same.

Now you lay here,
Day by day,
Your end is near.

Your obsession was death,
For others that is,
But, now, it’s your last breath.

Your time has come,
To go down below,
To what you have become.

The kiss of death,
You can’t defeat,
You have finally been beat

KJM & SEH

(revised version)

Poems

Poems are my diary,
I write differently than most.
People ask if they can read,
Usually, no…
Again, it’s like my diary.
No one reads one,
So the other?

Sometimes they rhyme,
Sometimes they are just thoughts
broken by a new line.
I write what I think,
feel,
have felt,
see,
and anything else.

Whether others would understand,
I doubt.
But I get my meaning
just fine.

My One, My Only

What happens when he finds out
I’ve deceived him, not intentionally,
But I have, no doubt.
Will he forgive me? Learn to live with me?
Or will our love fade-out?
He’ll begin to know the real me.
When the time comes, I won’t hold out.
I will show my true self then,
Every day; day in, and day out.
Although I’ve changed,
Will he still remain devout?
Would he be changed too?
Or would I already know him over and out?
I would hope, me, he could stand,
Because on him, my love would be sold out,
My one, my only,
Forever and ever, an end without.

My Story

Turning endless pages of this tragedy,
My life; here today, gone tomorrow.
All my experiences, from my Lord I borrow.

Good moments, and bad too,
They're all apart of my history,
Planed by God, for me; My story.

Through all that has happened,
And that which has yet to come,
A better Christian I will become.

Too Much

I’ve been through so much lately,
I don’t know how much more I can take.
People ask what’s wrong,
Ask if they can help.

They just don’t understand,
Although, I haven’t tried to explain.
They don’t know what it feels like,
To bear this pain.

Say we all have problems,
They’re there to help me.
I can’t explain it to anyone,
No one really knows me.

Suicidal friends, death, and other things too.
Sometimes I wish it’d all go away.
Decisions to decide.
My own and others to help, too.

Maybe I try too hard,
Maybe I should just quit.
I do have these thoughts,
Maybe I could just die.

I really don’t want to,
And I know he doesn’t either.
I try to be optimistic,
And ask my Lord for help.

Passionate Anger

I hate them
People always looking over my shoulder
What's she writing?
Geez, she writes a lot

They have to notice
She always looks like she's been crying
What's up with her?
My goodness, she's weird

I can't stand it
Seems people can't accept me -just- the way I am
Why can't she be normal?
Just like us

They have to comment
She takes -everything- -so- seriously
Can't she take a joke?
Of course I can

I'm just me
I have my problems
Just like you
Why can't you just let me be?

No, I'm not 'normal'
What is that anyway?
I'm mentally sane
Or so I claim

I'm just fine
What about you?
((Why cant -you- be like -me-?))
((Cuz you are you and -not- me))

Nine 11

Today we remember,
Today we cry,
For those we lost,
In last September.

We lost a lot of population.
Black, white, tan, and yellow,
People from all over.
People from every nation.