Dust in the Wind

goin' 80 down that narrow strip of ice,
we didn't see the deer.
and as that warm rubber slides on that slick ice path,
i feel the rush of death upon me.
and i stand face to face with death itself,its sythe at hand.
i feel it beckon me,call me,lure me
into the dark oblivion,into nothingness.
now just dust in the wind.

For Sara

i know i cant write poetry,
and i know that this is lame.
But im writing down my thoughts
all and all the same.
im writing down what i feel
and i wish we wern't apart.
i wish that this poem
could heal my wounded heart.
i see you,i want you,
i wish that you were mine.
it's like you got my body
in an anaconda's bind.
so maybe one day ill get the courage
to tell you how i feel.
but maybe in your mind
this aint such a big deal.
Well,it is to me.
and soon you'll see
how much the world
you mean to me.

better

I like it.

thanks.



My friend wrote this:

I know all there is to know
About who you try to be.
You think that you've fooled everyone,
But there are things I see.
I see when you act really sweet,
And when you speak your mind.
I notice you throughout the day,
'Cause I pay attention all the time.
You like to doodle when you're bored,
And you can't stand to be alone.
You'd do anything to help your friends,
And you want to be well known.
I see the way that you conform,
And the way you try to blend.
But when it comes right down to it
You won't follow every trend.
But they all see you as someone else:
Who you try so hard to be.
They'll never know who you really are.
But I do, because I see.

the screaming,the yelling,
the shouting and the fights.
i cant take this anymore,
i just cant.its too much.
it needs to stop.
the hate,the fear
the cause of this tear.
the constant contesting,
trying to crush eachother.
its not far,its not right
STOP STOP STOP!!!!!!!!!!
the coldness,the emptyness
nothing left to hold on to
just there,just existing.
nothing left
nothing left
nothing left

another that my friend wrote:

I feel so cold
Within my soul
Softly selling secrets
My mind a whirl
With things untold
Slowly becoming cold
From her soul
With fires that never dull
So many things unsaid, untold
I softly speak to the stars
The wind can hear my whisper
No worry, I got no secrets to hide
But what of you, what do you hide
Is there innocence left inside?

When I Look At You

When i look at you
i dont just see you,i see you the
way a girl is meant to be seen.
i see beauty and inteligence.
i see courage and wits.
i see a loveing and caring girl.
when i see you,i want you.
want you to be mine.
want to hold you and never let go.
your so close yet so far away.
so near but i just cant reach.

i see you my love
though love is blind.
but there is still something amiss
within my heart and my mind.

my soul is an empty
acre of grass
where i think of you
as i sit on my ass.

thoughts of you whirl
through my head.
why have so many
tears been shed.

i wish there was
a simple fix.
but when it comes to love
there can be no tricks.

2 Posts,2 Posts,an Incredible Amount of Ignorance,and no Reply

I dont know why it made me mad,but it did.
I felt like messaging him and cursing him out,
but i figured that would get me banned.
so i restrained myself,and instead i desided to
write what i felt in this little gray box.
My anger is now sleepyness.
i think im going to go take a nap.

Moral Conflict

What the hell is wrong with me?
I shouldent feel this way.
If I give into this
I will surely pay.
What i feel isn't right.
You are someone else's girl.
I cant, although i want to.
I would be breaking my morals.
Our friendship would become
a wound i could not mend.
Should i listen to my heart,
or be a good friend?

He wanted to cry, but he couldent.the tears just wouldent come.he sat there reading.feeling emptier and emptier with each word.his feelings toward her were would never be returned.somehow he already knew that.but he still hung on to a sliver of hope that there would be something.but as he read,that tiny hope was shadered.he finished reading with eyes full of sorrow.he layed his head on his desk.he sat there for what seemed like an eternity.the sound of his door opening startled him."im going to the store,ill be back in a few",said his mother."is everything ok?",she asked."fine"he said,"just thinking"."ok",said his mother,a little skeptical,and closed the door.he listened to his mother leaving.front door slam,engine start,the sound the tires made as they backed off the rocky drive-way.he was trying to avoid his own thoughts.the same thoughts that once comforted him,gave him a release,a place to hide,his own blissful oblivion.but now his thoughts just made it worse.he was once comforted by the thought of her smiling face.now he was doing everything he could to block it out.he sat there for a few more minutes.then he decided to do what he normally does in moments like this.write.but what he decided to write this time was something he has never writen before.and he new exactly how to start it...
He wanted to cry, but he couldent.the tears just wouldent come.

Moral Conflict, Not So Much

The friend factor with him has dwindled,
Although my love for you has not.
The friendship from you, so far,
Is all that I have sought.
Now i just wish you loved me,
Just as I love you.
Maybe someday you will.
Maybe you already do. Nah.
I guess thats just my luck, you know?
That he met you first.
Fuck this shit! Im tired of it!
So Goddamn tired that it hurts.
You're one of my best friends.
And I guess thats' how you'll stay.
Unless my luck improves...
*sigh* Someday...

Thinking of You, As Always

The window is open.
The crisp night air on my face.
Listening to the sounds
That the crickets make.
Every time you hear that sound
It's me thinking of you.
You're always running through my mind.
God, how i miss you.
I think of our first kiss.
I think of your smile.
I'm actually enjoying this
So i think i'll sit a while.

Confused and Not Sure What to Do

Is this all a dream?
It almost feels like one....
I hope not......