May 15, 2009

I am saving my poems and other writing from an old Geocities website as they are about to shut down Geocities. I don’t have dates of when I wrote these, but 1995-1998 sounds about right. So please don’t just the immaturity of these to be who I am now.

Thunder rolls, warning of…
of what?
Raindrops pouring down
like my tears?
Puddle pooling at my feet
Drop to my knees
Lament to the rain
of past wrongs

Life is different
never the same
One wrong decision
must face the shame
Life’s perverted plesures
of uncertainty
Forever causing distress
and confusion.



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