I found these four old poems I wrote my senior year of high school — seventeen years ago. Wow, has it really been that long?
“YOU LIAR”
The dreaded crow
black as coal
crows fiercely,
cooling my soul.
It attacks my conscious,
bites at my humility.
I’m left with a bloody feeling,
Please spare my anxiety.
Don’t cry now,
excess water is dry.
No more strength left,
I will no more rely
“UNTITLED”
Free as a bird with wings,
my soul weekly sings,
and it brings,
a melody of sorted things;
A palace of kings,
to withdraw rings,
with their swords they swing,
a faded memory burns with springy slings.
“HELD BACK”
Spinning spirals of curse,
in my mind to grow old,
down with tears built,
my soul powerful and bold.
A tree limb with a nest of eggs,
ready to crash to the ground,
numb are my legs.
Drag me to the hole to be reborn.
“YOU WANT ME?”
Torn apart to think back
of the sweet lust that once was,
it was ripped to shreds
when you stopped calling without a cause.
Now you’ve come back,
with confessed apologies and regrets,
I don’t know what to think,
my heart is full with threats.
I want to forgive in my heart,
but my soul wants to forget you exist,
I can’t say no to your kisses,
altogether you’re too hard to resist.
“STUDLY CRAVING”
You sit there all innocent
like you do nothing wrong,
sometimes I almost believe
your pathetic manipulative song.
I know you’re not for me
but I just can’t resist,
Oh, just take me now
I really do insist!
It all comes down
to friendship or lust,
I’m still trying to figure
if you deserve my trust.
You can’t have it your way,
That would be unfair,
it’s just not right
to follow through with this affair.
Do you really want me?
DIVERSEHARMONY 