Lately I've been wanting to write some poetry, and I stumbled across a couple poems that I wrote a long time ago. They have no titles, just the dates that I wrote them. What do they mean? Well, I'd have to think back to what I was feeling at the time, and honestly it's too far back. Hope you enjoy them and the new ones I'll be posting.
12/17/02-12:53:09 AM
Naked, as we all started out,
is the image you portray to me.
An innocence of a little child
that consumes your every thought.
Thinking about yourself comes after others,
but yet you're still not perfect.
What is scaring you?
The future,
the things talked about when you're not around, what?
Maybe, you are frightened by the long good-byes that have hollowed your life.
Sometimes it takes an earthquake to shake you,
to make you think about what life is about.
Will you always search for answers?
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12/17/02: 1:09:14 AM
The black and white print is the key to it all.
The language seen by the world;
from the daily newspaper to the bill in the mail.
Do those colors stand for something?
Just the phrase "black & white" tells stories from throughout history.
The original colors in photography and motion pictures
to the color-blindness of racial discrimination and segregation conflict
to the fight for civil rights.
But, only grey, winter days do I see.
Does the helpful colorful scheme of peace and happiness
frighten the peoples of Earth?
The hardships faced by so many is dense,
like the harsh beating of drums.
The movement towards a happy co-existence is slow,
but so is the traffic on an icy December day.
So tell me, what will happen tomorrow?
Just read the newspaper when it comes.
Revised: 1/6/03 12:03:41 PM
Naked, as we all started out,
is the image you portray to me.
An innocence of a little child
that consumes your every thought.
Thinking about yourself comes after others,
but yet you're still not perfect.
What is scaring you?
The future,
the things talked about when you're not around, what?
Maybe, you are frightened by the long good-byes that have hollowed your life.
Sometimes it takes an earthquake to shake you,
to make you think about what life is about.
Will you always search for answers?
__________________________________
12/17/02: 1:09:14 AM
The black and white print is the key to it all.
The language seen by the world;
from the daily newspaper to the bill in the mail.
Do those colors stand for something?
Just the phrase "black & white" tells stories from throughout history.
The original colors in photography and motion pictures
to the color-blindness of racial discrimination and segregation conflict
to the fight for civil rights.
But, only grey, winter days do I see.
Does the helpful colorful scheme of peace and happiness
frighten the peoples of Earth?
The hardships faced by so many is dense,
like the harsh beating of drums.
The movement towards a happy co-existence is slow,
but so is the traffic on an icy December day.
So tell me, what will happen tomorrow?
Just read the newspaper when it comes.
Revised: 1/6/03 12:03:41 PM
