Hey all.These are some of my poems.I know u must be thinking 'when did she start writing poems?'.But yes.I can gurantee they arent bad!Most of them (or all of them) reflect my past...
The joke's on me.
I keep waiting for the phone to ring
Yet I know it won't be you;
I try to fill my life with busyness
Yet all I do is think of you.
What became of us
And all our dreams and plans;
How could you turn and walk away
As I watched our castles turn to sand?
Do you never even miss me
Don't you long to caress my face;
How could you forget so easily
And You I can't erase?
I want to be in your arms again
To see the laughter in your eyes;
But I guess the joke's on me
And Oh! Was I surprised!
Something
And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
