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Mich's Poem Page


This page is all about poems from some friends. So, Enjoy!
*WARNING: These are really depressing so hope no one kills themselves er whatever.*

© All these poems were written by my friends. So keep your hands off em! Thanx!




I'm here, here in my cold room,
staring at the four blank walls around me,
left all alone to my frightening thoughts,
I daydream about how it would be if there
was atleast somebody who would understand
the way I'm feeling now. There are times when
I do not feel anything for anyone, when I feel
like I'm in a shell, and I cannot get out of that
dark hole. It makes me sad to think that everyone
is there for others, "And what about me?" I feel like
no one cares of who I am, they only think about them-
selves. This is the cause of what I feel towards
people. I say, "Who ****** cares?" "I got myself!"
I'm left alone with my rage and my pain.
None of this makes me hate life. I've learned that
not everyone will always have someone bye their
side who will understand. That us humans can go
on being lonely in life, and even like that, we
can go very far.
(Annonymous)


FEATHERS FLOATING

I watch as feathers float
gently on the breeze
Envious, I wish
that I were as weightless.
To have no thoughts
to bear no worries.
No jealousy of my lover's new lover
no tears born of sadness for my
friend's great loss
No sweat shed of a days hard work
no aching in the pit of my soul
forever wishing things okay.
No undying confusion rushing my mind
No games with innocent hearts being
played
No right answers,
no wrong,
just gently floating
on a peaceful breeze.

(Written by Jenn)



U-TURN

The world as we know it
is a dying place.
The skies are suffocating,
The oceans, lakes, and ponds diseased.
Rolling hills, valleys, and mountains of
gorgeous greens no longer,
many beautiful animals, a dying breed.
Ski scrapers, and automobiles taking
their place in a non-existant reservation.
The once free country
imprisoned behind bars of fear and greed.
People slaughtering people
as though we are submitted as a sacrifice
to vile, uncaring gods.
Robbed of once important morals and
values
put in their place ugly thoughts of
hate and to kill.
Thinking we're solving problems
in reality, only causing more.
Somewhere the driver took a wrong
road,
and it's still illegal to make U-turns.
But it doesn't stop the people on
their way to hell.
Can we break one law
to save the lives of many?

(Written by Jenn)


DEPRESSION

My skies are constantly black,
the clouds are constantly raining.
Acid from tears that drip,
They fall and pass through my
punished lips.
Thoughts of hatred,
run like putrid sweat,
and coil mixing with the tears of pain.
Jokes that sting,
and insults that laugh,
confuse and torture me,
truths and compliments leaving
my behalf.
I'm left here alone,
with my cruel reality,
I've had my ration of fun,
now my good days are done.

(Written by Jenn)



MEETING AGAIN

The second meeting,
well worth the wait,
my heart remains tenderly beating.
To remember the film,
is a terrible striff,
for in your eyes, I was in a different realm.
You laid your head upon nature's cushion,
my own,
and I stroked your hair, enjoying illusions.
The concern in your eyes,
fills me with warmth,
this is the feeling I want when I die.
The evening is once again over,
sadness overwhelms me,
but soon, a smile will take over.

(Written by Jenn)


A STRANGER SENT

Seeing only your eyes
in the dark of the car.
You explaining yourself
with your history.
Listening intently
loving to learn about loving you.
Offering my relentless ear,
to your pain felt words.
To know this much about you
when no one else does
is an honor in itself.
After all lights are out
and I'm inside
I see you as the masterpiece
sent from heaven above
through all the world's faults,
you were sent to me,
my stranger from burdoned lands.

(Written by Jenn)