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.
Why does it have
to be this way?
Why does my life
have to be painful?
Not only me
All I know
Why is life
surrounded by pain?
Stand outside
Let the night rain
let it wash
the tears away
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.
A life surrounded
by pain
inexplicable in these
words of mine
indistinguishable in my eyes
Furry black fury
eating my heart
White hot pain
searing through
my soul
Sharp slivered daggers
through my life
blanking out every
single happy
thought in my memory
Pain slowing
slowing
slowing
stopped.
I see again
No buzzed
fuzzy visions
of love
Surrounded by night
I struggle
I want to love
But love and hate
are strong emotions
Which one is more
powerful?
Memories of love
include pain
But love makes you
blossom
makes you glow
makes you smile
makes your soul feel like
it’s going to burst
Feel the happiness
the bliss
Of a soul in love
Enjoying your life
wearing a smile
at all times
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.
The state of bliss
into which we extend
is only part
of an imagination
Life flows past
without seeing potential
Love flies by
overthrown by ignorance
And then one moment
so still
frozen in time
forever yet
is something
you never forget
forever etched
into your mind
So sweet an emotion
makes your soul smile
A soft touch,
a long glance,
The start of a long awaited romance
The state of
passion that flows
through your
mind and body
will never
be forgotten
You remember,
I do, and time
forever will.
The feeling inside
…the irony,
the love, pain,
and guilt
All brushed aside for one moment
of an eternal
passion burning inside
Deep in my soul
it burns dark
and rank
forever forgotten
Until your eyes
and hands
caress,
I feel euphoric
as I realize
the Life
I’m leaving behind
to join forever
to you,
to one moment
of promised
eternal bliss.
The feelings
all started
with one
little kiss.
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.
Sitting in the dark, I can feel the raw fear and the dankness of my solitary cell, although it can’t be considered a cell, being 4 feet each way. The walls are vices, closing around me, and I feel more claustrophobic than ever. There is nothing in here, save for me. No bed, no chair, no john, nobody. I’m huddled in a wet corner, like a rat shying away from light.
I’m in a dungeon from a medieval castle, or at least I think I am. The cold air penetrates my thin shift. By now, it feels like someone has poured liquid ice into my bones. The fear is so thick, I can almost see it, a misty figure in the dark of night. I can smell Death, as I hear him shuffling down the corridor. He stops outside of my cell, and as the realization hits me, he slithers between the foreboding bars of my revolting abode. As Death enters me, a crooked smile crawls across my lips.
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.
Cold black ice
Frozen my soul
No heartbeat
No life
Splinter through
my heart
Can be removed
But hurts
Pain sears through
Shard pushed deeper
Threatening life
Denying existance
Ice tears
Run down
My face
Stone cold
Eyes hurt
Heart throbs
Pain sears and
Soul dies
Love is
a fragile emotion
Delicate as a rose
Black rose
Play with love
Hearts get broken
Tears get shed
People get hurt
Bloody tears
Run down
My face
Red blood
Can it be stopped?
How long can it last?
Today? Tomorrow?
Eternity?
Love is the
single emotion
That drives
All others
Good emotions
Bad emotions
But many result
In Ice Tears
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.
Ice rain
falling
on my
heart
Turn around
look back
See what’s
behind
Stop! No!
You can’t
go that
way
You have
to live
with Life
like it is
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.
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to say
Everything I try
You shun me away
I ask quesitons
No one can answer
No one, that is
Other than me
I know myself
At least I should
But at this point
You know me better
You have me where
You want me
Sitting pretty
In the palm of your hand
What you’re doing
I don’t know
I’m waiting for your move
It’ll happen sooner or later
I know what it’ll be
Or I think I do
But when you make it
It’ll still surprise me
I know what I want
But it’s untouchable
I know you know it’s you
But you’ve climbed onto a pedestal
You have me on a leash
Of the strongest fibres
I can’t break it
As hard as I try
You use it to your advantage
You know I’m boxed in
You’ve apologized
But I know you’ll do it again
You said you don’t want to hurt me
You never meant to
But the fact is, you did
And now I’m scarred
Yes, some scars heal
I know this one can
But I have a feeling
The scars will become repeats
They may heal over time
But as they do
New scars will be lain
Over the old
The deepest scars
Never heal
The pain will
Never go away
Can’t you see
What you’re doing?
Or is it all a game?
Are you playing me for a fool?
We already know I’m a fool
Do you have to prove it?
Is it all a show?
“I’ve screwed up another one!”
It’s getting worse
After everything I’ve tried
What if I found a way
To wash it all aside?
What’ll I do if you touch me
With soft fingertips?
The words try to spill
Like fire from my lips
If you say come inside
I’d come in for you
If you said give it all
I’d give you the moon
I know you can see
Through my disguise
I know what I do
Is all I lie
I want you back
But I can’t have you
No! It’s not that I can’t
I won’t!
You know what
Buttons to push
You know
My Achille’s Heel
You use that fact
You’ve used me
Whether you know it or not
And it hurts
Stop the games!
The heart is not a toy
You say so yourself
So take me out of you toybox,
please?
Unknown Author
A friend is someone
who everyday
makes you feel
a certain way.
A friend is like
having a double,
to go to when
you’re in trouble.
A friend is like
a tall church steeple,
a friend is many
kinds of people.
A friend is simply
being together,
sharing every kind
of weather.
A friend is someone
no ways can sever,
a friend is for always,
a friend is forever!
I am saving 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. A few, like this one, are someone else’s poems but meant something to me at the time.
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.
Passion rising With every thrust and parry feel the heat and tension building Cool fingers down your spine Soft kisses up your neck The actions of love make me hot hot for you I can feel you cringe Deny the pleasure as long as you can Only to find it’s risen Higher than ever known Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride Flowing motions like that of the ocean Feel the power in the surge of the tide Pent up power drives our passion Rocking hips Open mouths bodies close feel the scent of love Feel the fire a tiny flame very far down asleep within Stoke the fire with every stroke bare skin burning to the touch No touch is needed to stoke the fire The thoughts of love undying passion Everlasting lust lasting eternity Are enough to change from flame to flaming blaze Fall off the cliff Spiral towards the bottom far below Never hit a thing like landing on top of a spider’s silk web Still falling surrounded by white pitched into black darkness Passion overriding all senses Sight, smell, thoughts are gone Feel the wave of light wash over you Stronger, weaker Thrash in bonds Let the tide carry me away Feel the passion forever and a day
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.
I went walking through
the woods the other day
And surprisingly enough,
I lost my way
You see, I’ve lived here
for many a year
You’d think I’d know
every shadowy depth
But I’m lost, and I have
been for a while.
I built myself a little
wooden shack
And I eat berries and
nuts for food
I guess you could say
I’m making due
But this isn’t the life
I’m used to.
Yesterday I wrote a letter
I put it in a bottle and
sent it downstream…
unfinished
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