My Poetry

this is the story of my poems. before i get into the poems i would like to say a few things
If you plan on judging me by the words that you are about to read stop reading, right now.
these words aren't here for you  they are here for me, and people who care.
and really i just wanted to share some of my writing
also this is not all recent.
so i guess what I'm trying to say the words you are reading are Just the story of my life.
not my life right now. poetry is how i cope with hurt, love, anger, confusion, pain, and pretty much every feeling i have a expressing... I will Warn you that some of the poems are depressing.
I've been writing since 2003... so enjoy. I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes i think i got most of them
also i ask if you take anything please credit, and i would like if you ask before you take/use it because i do plan on publishing a book similar to what I'm going to be putting up on the web here.

Title: The Edge
I'm on the edge close enough to fall off
but far enough so I don't,
I pear down to the ground below me and wonder how far the fall is
wondering if its safer to stand on sold ground or just air
Wondering how long the fall will last or if it would be better to stay were I am
But the hard thing is the decision isn't all mine
other people have pushed me here
now life has so much more to fear
and all I've once held dear
doesn't seem that important anymore
Life wont open its doors
I wish there was something more I could give you
to help you understand what I'm going through
but all I have are my words
and they aren't the easiest to understand at times
I look up at the sky
and wish I could fly
and get off this edge away from my life
fly right out of site
and know everything will be alright, once this all ends
So I take a step off the edge....
maybe I'll fly..
Or I just might fall..
*i want to fly.... but i don't want to fall.*

Title: Perfect Storm.
So here comes the wind again so strong and forceful
it blowes right threw the window even though it wasn't invited in.
The broken glass is shattered on the ground
then the rain comes poring down.
it looks like another storm is coming threw
maybe it will be the perfect storm.
but right now there is a raging storm right outside of my broken window.
its like the wind and the rain are fighting.
but while they both were distracted a leaf feel in the window.
it laid among all the broken glass. it grabbed all my attention.
and now the wind has become a soft whisper and the rain a slight drizzle.
they both have moved on and so must i.
they found some trees they could play in and left me alone inside.
i haven't seen the rain in days. i haven't even hurt the slightest noise from it.
the wind softly blows from time to time. but i have a feeling soon that will quickly die.
for the only thing that is left is the leaf and it looks like there is no storms coming threw.
but for now all i have is this leaf and i cant decide if i should let it stay or throw it out the window...
but still every day i wait hoping the perfect storm will be waiting out my window
so i can jump out and play in it.
The poem above and the poem below are very similar and are on the same topic they were written at different times, at lest 6 months apart. but they are about some love life issues each thing i talk about represents a person in my life.

Tittle: The unknown storm

I haven't felt the rain for months,
the wind barely even blows,
and no one knows how perfect that storm could of been
But suddenly all at once the storm shifted away
and all I got to see was the light of day
But now I think the weathers gone away.
even the sun has started to fade.
The leaves feel off all the trees.
Now everything seems dead to me
They've all left me all alone
the wind has the trees
the rain has the clouds
the leaf just sits on the window-Ceil
I'm not so sure if it will blow back in
or if I'll shut the window on top of it
but I guess that wouldn't do any good cause the window is shattered
and now nothing really matters
all I have left is what was said to me
But even at that they are just words
that lost there meaning when they lost there truthfulness
even if they are still true, it doesn't feel like it...



more to come soon.... so check every so often for more poems!