SILENCED

Talking to you only in a dream,
Wanting you so much I nearly scream

Watching from the sidelines,
Waiting for my chance...
But it seems there's always someone
Or SOMETHING, trying to hold me back

You walk by me in silence,
As I softly whisper your name.
I choose to look away,
That way I can't feel the pain

(The pain of not having you near me,
When I need you most)

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AN END

The end is coming,
I feel it near.
Yet there is no one around to hear.

The crashing and the falling down,
Of everything
As I look around

*I* move slowly on you see,
While you sit with others--Away from me

I see only anger when I look into your eyes,
In the place of the happiness I used to so prize

Once again I am hiding in the shadows,
Tucked back behind the trees,
While you leave me all alone begging on my knees

(for more of your love & what I so desperately need)

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DEAD ENDS

I'm so tired of being what everyone wants me to be,
Why can't you WAKE up to see
What all you are doing to me?

I am what I am,
And I'm tired of changing.
But you seem unwavering

Ignorant to all your thoughtless actions
And repetitive comments--
What makes you so sure I really care?

You feel it's your duty
To tell me how it should be.
Only how you see it,
Just isn't right for me

I laugh
To try & hide my pain,
Funny thing is,
I don't think smiling makes it all go away...

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A POET

An empty page-
A poet's worst nightmare
Is there nothing left to say?
O.k., I'm ready & waiting now,
For life's next disaster to come flying my way

Poets are the true lovers of this world--
The star-crossed ones
Of the night.
The dreamers mixed with the realists,
The ones who always have a new insight

To be a poet,
You don't need to use a bunch of fancy words
Or talk about things you do not know...
The only thing that is needed, are those desperate words Spoken from your TRUE heart & soul