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My Poetry!

This page is full of my personal poetry. Most of them were written well before I found recovery, and very young, so they will be very raw in grammer, style, and emotion. But I wanted to share as a story of were I came from, and hopefully were I'm going. This page will be continuosly growing as my recovery grows!

 

If He Could Read My Mind

If he could read my mind,

Of all the things I have to say,

To him, and nobady else,

The one I so secretly love.

 

I want to tell him

All the feelings I have for him,

But then I think...

He'll think I'm strange,

He'll think I'm crazy,

He'll think I'm some kind of nut!

 

And then I think of he and she.

How could he do this to me!

But then~

He really doesn't know.

 

Sometimes I wonder to myself,

Maybe he thinks of me

The same way I think of him,

And is wondering the same about me.

I should just give up this fight

And think of something else.

But when I look at him

With the shine of his eyes,

The bright of his smile...

If only he could read my mind.

written, February 1987

 

Dead Yesterday

Yesterday seemed so beautiful,

A warm summer with fun and laughter,

Love and joy through the air,

Thinking the day would never end.

 

But today,

Dismal grey clouds

Rain pors so hard, it could go through skin.

The empty coldness is freezing my once warm heart.

Wishing the day before would come back.

But I know it can't,

I know yesterday's dead and gone.

It will never come back.

 

Though today I'm mourning my dead yesterday,

I've got to remember that there's tomarrow~

A birth of a new day

That might be just as sunny and bright.

But I know, no other sunny day will take the place of

My dead yesterday.

written in November 1987

 

Frisky

You would always follow me to the place

Where my lonely heart would melt,

And where my dreams would flow

Into the brook rushing away nearby.

I'd lay in the grass,

With my heart towards the sky;

Your head would lay on my breast,

The stuffed bear that I needed close by.

I'd tell you my sorrow,

And you wouldn't have to say a word

To let me know everything was alright,

Looking into my eyes-I knew I was heard.

You helped me to cope with a little girl's pain,

Of good times and troubles i felt everyday.

Only you, my purring ball of cotton

Could dab my tears away.

written Dec.1987

 

 

Absolutely Nothing (aka Love)

Knowing that something is out there~

Somewhere.

Nobody knows where it is,

But it's out there~

So they say.

Maybe we're fooling ourselves,

Living for something that isn't really there.

Lots of people have felt it~

Maybe.

Everybody has lost it~

At some point.

Maybe there's no such thing,

Fooling ourselves again and again,

Thinking we have something

That's not really there.

Controling...

Hurting...

Using...

For absolutely nothing?

I think so.

written, July 1989

 

To Touch & Go

I know somewhere inside your head

I'm there.

You thought I would just disappear

Forever from your imagination,

But I know every touch, every taste,

Every smell from the past

Will be haunting you forever in your mind.

You thought those moments in time

Would just disapear,

But you know that with every thought

You will feel my glance,

You will feel my touch,

And my tears will be in your eyes

Forever.

written, July 1989

 

Untitled

The beast within is calling my name,

Taunting and tearing at the pain.

I don't think it will ever end,

The feeling that's coming once again

To disturb the little child in my soul,

The beast that turned my heart to coal.

 

It's the reacurring nightmare that has entered into my dreams.

He coaxes at the little girl and ripes her till she screams.

The neverending nightmare~it will never go away.

The demon has entered into my heart to stay.

 

Entering into the soul of a child,

Fairytales and wishing wells bloom so wild,

But the demon of reality has entered the womb,

To turn the plantation of my imagination into a tomb.

Not even the knights on white horses and armor

Could help me escape the everlasting demon of harm.

 

The neverending nightmare has entered once again.

Why can't I just wash away this little girl's pain,

The eternal nightmare~it will always haunt my days.

The demon has entered into my heart to stay.

written, March 1991

 

To Be Continued...

when page 2 is finished :)