Peeking
Don't go after them, let them go after you,
let them watch every single thing you do,
Don't worry about what they think or say,
Because without one, you'll still be Ok.
But is it the truth? Can it be done?
You know I worship them as the Incas did the sun,
I love their aura, their sense, and their style,
I love being able to make one smile,
I love their smell, the look of their hair,
I'd love to open my arms and feel you there.
What is this I'm feeling, desperation or lack of love?
These are the things I must constantly think of,
I'm alone on an island surrounded by second chances,
Not being able to get close, or go slow at dances,
A place where the search for the one continues as we speak,
but will this search ever even reach its peak?
Is there one out there to understand me as a whole,
easy to communicate with, to try to teach to bowl,
willing to sit and talk beneath a starlit sky,
someone to discuss what happens after you die,
someone to cherish, to love, and to admire,
someone to set in my heart an eternal fire,
someone to challenge me, someone who knows,
the deeper meaning beneath a blood red rose,
Maybe it's me, expecting too much,
Maybe I've looked in the wrong places,
But this woman and my search as such,
Has yet to turn up any faces,
Oh, but how I want to, how I need to, how I know I someday must,
find the only woman for me that won't betray my total trust.
Rambling
Its all been done, its all been said
Sometimes baby, I wish I were dead
A boy without a clue, a life without a point
The constant thirst for knowledge, being passed another joint
Lost in the sea of intangible confusion
Life's but a dream, it's all an illusion,
Trapped under the sole of a society gone bad
Longing to be free, but lacking comrade
Revolted by the sense told by senseless preachers
Being taught by robots, taught to shun teachers
Awash in a world condemned to fear
some wondering whether the end is near
some looking for a purpose, some meaning, some worth,
Seeking answers since the days of our births,
looking to the stars, to the moon, to our wise predescessors,
to the psychic phone numbers, to the simple, lame guessers,
Searching for ways to avoid the end for me and you,
A way to prevent the possibility of antediluvian rue.
Yeah.
Here's another one..
What is love?
Some demonic curse from the gods up above.
Some great equalizer surrounding the flow of things,
Adding fear and regret to the emotions people bring.
A fierce enemy, we are sworn.
Doomed to confront it, since I was born.
Withstand it for years, but the war rages on.
I'm afraid when it's over, I will be gone.
A slate wiped clean, forgotten and destroyed,
unheeded in the messages of what to say and avoid,
the assault being over, my soul must cecede,
the time has now come, the end of my need.
Oh well.
This is called obsession.
Woman, I see you standing there,
an exquisite beauty with the wind in your hair,
I'd love to take you to a peaceful place where,
I could hold you but I can't and I guess that's fair,
I've seen how you avoid me, and give me strange glances,
I guess together we will have no romances,
but I accept this, though it may break my heart,
I will still see you in school we have yet to part,
Maybe we could be friends and at times talk,
I sort of rushed into this, at a run instead of a walk,
So I'd like to apologize, I didn't mean to intrude,
Please have some slight respect for me, I didn't mean to be rude,
I fell for you hard and now my spirits I must lift,
I'm very sorry you didn't recieve my gift,
It was just some jewelry and a note in a box,
I put them in your bag, sly as a fox,
but i guess some loser took them out,
causing you to not know what all my feelings were about,
but now that you know please don't shy away,
Whenever I see you, I cherish the day,
but please don't be scared, that is not my intent,
I just think you're great and that you should feel good about yourself,
that's all that I meant.
Oh thee wells.
This one I made for school. We have a project in which I have to choose to write
a story, a poem, or a letter. I chose a poem. Oh yeah, I have to read it
in front of class.. Fun.
Creeping, Crawling, emerging from my soul,
Causing me, persuading me, to reach my final goal,
resisting it, fighting it, scared of what it may cause,
I may prevent it for a while, but it is only a pause,
Overwhelming me at last, it seeps forth to present day,
I cannot stop it, it soon distorts my normal way,
The truth is revealed, for her to see,
I try to deny it, I say "No, That's not me!",
But the truth is out, though I may not admit,
My life is now changed due to lack of wit,
The past has passed and I can't change it,
the future rushes in, not wanting to quit,
The rest of my life could depend on this change,
Will it improve, or become deranged,
It may sound drastic but that's just me,
Venture into my world and you will see,
What occurs in the mind of an emotional individual,
sit down, listen, like a bored child at a vigil,
Imagine your emotions 100 times magnified,
Taking someone literally, to find that they only lied,
Making something of nothing each and everyday,
Jumping to conclusions, not listening to what people say,
And this causes deep sorrow and I become depressed,
There is but one means for this to be supressed,
To stop thinking, to pretend things are great,
To picture an amazing future, a peaceful, happy fate,
but alas, this also soon ceases to exist,
am I overreactive, or is there something I missed,
Am I meant to suffer and to live with hypertension,
please help me sooth my feelings, just give me your attention,
But I'm not that desperate, don't give me affection,
To have your pity is not my intention,
Just listen to me, give me some of your time,
Who knows, the experience could be sublime,
We could become friends, and have long conversations,
We could talk about our joys, as well as frustrations,
Just give me a chance, I'll do my best,
I'll treat you with respect, to be my royal guest,
But the chances of such a finale are not very high,
So I end this poem with an exasperated "Sigh."
