| More Poems |
| These next two poems are by a friend of mine named Tim Smith. |
| 60 Dreams a Night I've felt this way before, yet I cant remember when. Because all I've ever held inside. Shrouds all I've ever been. Often im left alone and incomplete, my minds crooked path leaves me hollow. I swore to myself I'd never open my eyes, but all the same the tears still flow. All so temporary, all so fleating, yet worth every moment I'm awake. Last night I was alive, last night I was loved, and to wake up today was a mistake. My New Shag Carpet I woke up today with an itch on my leg, "Maybe from some small insect or spider" I said. But something wouldn't let it go. Something in the back of my head, and thats when i decides to go back to bed. As I recall nothing was different from the day before' well, besides my new shag carpet that lay on the floor. And I started to imagine my carpet was alive, that it was breathing, it was living...... Na I said as I pushed it out of my head with a sigh. It was then when my new shag carpet said to me: "You foolish kid, you were right, and you look about breakfast size to me!" Thats when I knew the bump on my leg wasn't any bug bite at all, but it was a carnivorous shag carpet bite, and one quite small. "Well I think you'll be skipping breakfast today." I said in a frightened daze. Then I flipped out my Zippo and set my shag carpet ablaze. "No more shag carpet for me,I think I'll stick with carpets of fuzz." I said as I stood where my shag carpet once was. |
| and yet another. . . |
| Falling |
| I sat in stillness longing to touch his arm But he’s so far from me in too many ways Opening my mouth could only cause harm So these loved feelings I’m holding days Looking in his eyes Causes my defense to be locked I’m saved when his hair falls in his eyes And the emission is blocked Every word I say is later or sooner said by him Mom told me opposites attract Should I base all of me on this whim Is all of this a fleeting moment or is it fact When will my mind finally be made When will my mind be at ease Will I see the sun or remain in the shade Should I cut down all the trees Does my madness make sense Can my perplexity be perfected Why does this boy make me tense Why has he been selected |