oh my goodness.
you don’t know,
what it is you’ve done.
I was so afraid,
afraid you’d been killed.
I was so scared.
I don’t know how
I could have gone on
if you’d been ripped from my life.
I love you so deeply.
you're one of my best friends,
despite our differences.
please, be careful.
guard your life
as though it was mine.
you would do anything for me,
and yet,
you despise yourself.
For me,
From me,
Take care of yourself,
Please.
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
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Eruption
Don’t talk to me
if all your going to do
is complain.
Complain about how your life sucks,
Complain about how no one cares,
Complain about how I ignore you.
If I was ignoring you,
I wouldn’t have answered the phone!
Don’t make yourself so special.
The world isn’t about you,
It does not revolve around you.
I don’t let you in my life,
Because then you’d push me out!
If I’m going to lose my life,
it won’t be to you.
I’ll find someone who cares,
someone who shares
their joys as well as their pain.
It’s ok that you cause me anger.
It gives me reason to write.
It opens up my expressway to expression.
Your anger allows me to release my frustration
And only burden the paper on which I write.
if all your going to do
is complain.
Complain about how your life sucks,
Complain about how no one cares,
Complain about how I ignore you.
If I was ignoring you,
I wouldn’t have answered the phone!
Don’t make yourself so special.
The world isn’t about you,
It does not revolve around you.
I don’t let you in my life,
Because then you’d push me out!
If I’m going to lose my life,
it won’t be to you.
I’ll find someone who cares,
someone who shares
their joys as well as their pain.
It’s ok that you cause me anger.
It gives me reason to write.
It opens up my expressway to expression.
Your anger allows me to release my frustration
And only burden the paper on which I write.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Hate & Again
I hate him with a passion,
the only problem?
the passion is still there.
Mostly I wish he’d disappear,
Be gone from my life,
But then he’d torment others.
I wouldn’t have to see,
but just to know,
my friend has fallen.
I can’t leave her alone!
But what is there
for me to do?
---
This beast, this monster,
I dated him, I loved him,
I hate him.
How dare he even touch me;
Again.
Or my friend.
the only problem?
the passion is still there.
Mostly I wish he’d disappear,
Be gone from my life,
But then he’d torment others.
I wouldn’t have to see,
but just to know,
my friend has fallen.
I can’t leave her alone!
But what is there
for me to do?
---
This beast, this monster,
I dated him, I loved him,
I hate him.
How dare he even touch me;
Again.
Or my friend.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Leave Room For the Wrath of God
If we fight and argue
We become no better,
gain nothing.
We must turn the other cheek,
Be rid of all our bitterness,
Leave room for the wrath of God.
Be rid of your grudges.
Be kind and passionate,
to all mankind.
We become no better,
gain nothing.
We must turn the other cheek,
Be rid of all our bitterness,
Leave room for the wrath of God.
Be rid of your grudges.
Be kind and passionate,
to all mankind.