01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
I wish I knew
What to say
When I look deep
Into your eyes
I feel so lost
My words are gone
I wish I knew
What to say
When you stand so close
I feel so far
My nerves are lost
I wish I knew
How to say
What goes on
Inside my heart
Every time we speak
I dance around
The words wont come
I feel so scared
I wish I knew
How to convey
What my soul
Wants to say
I wish you knew
What I wanted to say
Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
For me to say
-November, 1997
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
I am the terror in your dream
I am the reason behind your scream
I am the shadow lurking in your heart
I am the inspiration for every sad piece of art
I am the darkness drifting in the night
I am the danger hiding just out of sight
I am anger boiling within
I am the raging storm getting ready to begin
I am all the evil you can and can not see
I am just me
-May, 1997
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
Heaven is a myth
And love is a lie
What once I believed
Now I deny
I must have been a fool
To have thought we could be
More than what we were
So naïve I could not see
What was I thinking
Feel so stupid I thought you cared
Never should have opened
Never should have dared
My fate is written
Destined to be alone
Now my heart grows heavy
As flesh turns to stone
-January, 1998
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
Have you ever seen some one close their eyes for the last time
Seen the light fade away till nothing was left
Have you ever closed your eyes
and wondered if it would be the last
Do you remember when you realized that they lied
and discovered that there is not always a tomorrow
Are you ready for that day
When tomorrow never comes
-August, 1999
01 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Musings
I have been writing for a long time, but always for myself. I never keep my journals once they are filled, I just move on to the next. I do have some older writings I will post, and of course I will post new stuff as well. One this that has not changed is who I write for – still for me. I don’t intend to push this blog or advertise it. I have a twitter account that I use to write as well, but for now at least, I will let them live separately.
For me, writing is many things. A way to heal wounds (I haven’t figured out if it actually works or not), a way to express the repressed, a way to let out the things that I just can’t let out in life.
In any case, welcome to this particular corner of my mind.
Wounded Memories 