Poems over the years...

Memory
Memories fade as time ticks by,
Visions blurred and soon unseen.
The future unfolds and soon beholds,
The old slate new, the old slate clean.
The feelings are not forgotten however,
Only lost in mixed emotions all together.
For guilt, shame, and despair replace the once was,
And only because...they are now only forgotten memories.
There is no real reason, but in your heart, it's like treason.
To go against something ever so pure and ever so dear,
To let it slip through your fingers, and eventually...eventually disappear.
A lesson soon learned, but not as easily remembered,
For memory fades...fades as the time, s l o w l y ticks away.
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Dirty Demons
The glint in their eye as they say goodbye
Says that there is something more,
Something unsaid but easily read,
But do I dare to bore?
The past is the past, but the past is now...
For it affects all that we feel and do.
Wanting someone to walk to, in the dark path we tread though,
A soul crying out, "Why not you?"
Problems at home, personal ones faced alone,
Are Never okay and should Always be seen,
By the people who love you, the ones you can put trust into...
To know your dirty demons and evil fiends.
I will always be here to listen, always here to talk,
You just say the word...and we'll take a nice walk.
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Need Fake Hope, for the New Fake Dawn
As I sit here crying, most people would be confused...
Having had the night of my life, only to find out what I had to lose.
People I once knew, I saw again; this brought old memories into sight,
But as the night got darker, I began to see the never ending light.
We laughed, we talked, we teased...
But no matter how much, it never seemed to please.
The hope I feel, the feeling I get, that all is not lost...
Only to be crushed again, by the one thing I am afraid to admit, and how much it had cost.
I find security in the things that will never become to be,
False dreams, false hopes...the fake life that I want for poor old me.
As it is taken away, I am left with nothing,
Only memories that will soon be gone, doesn't that count for something?
So the cycle goes on, where I am the pathetic pawn,
Continuing to follow the dream, that tomorrow will bring a new dawn.
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Empty Walls
Smooth, Cold, seems like Stone,
Stubbornly built, all the way to the bone.
Only one way to pass, made of only glass.
The viewer appears as themselves, reflected in the two-way mirror.
But if they moved nearer, the image would grow clearer,
Of the person on the other side, alone, with no one near by.
To be with them as they cry, to hold them as they let scape a long, drawn out sigh.
To learn that this wall wasn't made to protect, just an image to reflect.
Not to test how much it could bare, but to see if anyone would care...
To crack, rip, tear, break, shatter, Destroy.
Destroy the barrier that was all just a simple ploy.
A wall made to be broken, for the last hope of a betoken.
Reinsurance that they are indeed worthy of attention, a name worthy to mention.
For people to see past what they want to see,
To take the time to see the Real person behind the wall. . . . . .Me.
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My Everything
What I feel, I cannot put into words,
They seem no matter how hard I try...to always fall short.
In my head, words jumbled, constantly trying to sort.
It is just this...you are Everything to me.
How much simpler could it be?
I could spend my entire life trying to prove it,
But I doubt I'd even get halfway.
If you allow me though...if I may.
When I am with you, time stops still.
That void in my heart, the one you have now filled,
The way you look at me through your hair,
That cute little face you do when you swear,
How one smile from you, brightens my darkest day,
Your tender hugs...do more than I care to say.
I hope I show you how much I truly do care,
Because if I lost you...it would be more than I could bare.
You are the antidote that gets me by,
Something strong like a drug that gets me high.
When I am not with you, I count the seconds as they tick,
The feeling I get when I am...I try to mimic.
A life without you, is no life at all,
How lost I'd be, if you weren't there to catch me, whenever I fall.
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I Am
I am the one you can ever depend,
I am the one who will forever be your friend.
Never changing, always the same course,
A friend to come to, when you are in need of a source.
My words never hollow, but rich and true.
A beacon to follow, out of the darkness I get you through.
Never give up hope, never lead you astray,
If so...it is my own personal failure, with my own guilt I pay.
Maybe not always in front, but definitely not behind,
Yet always a hand on your shoulder, with you I stand right beside.
Maybe not always the highlight of the party, nor the first on the dance floor,
But after a long night of fun, the sober one to take you home safely to your door.
I am not perfect, something I could never fool,
Some people call me Tay, Chuck Norris...others just call me cool.
I don't ask for much, maybe a simple pat on the back,
Reinsurance that I am making up for all the things I lack.
All I ask is for you to always keep me company,
A world alone is what I fear most, happiness comes when you come to me.
I have said what I wanted, I have had my say,
Never fear of being alone; beside you I stand, so don't you dare fray.
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World of Possible
My head hits the pillow as soft as I can,
Hands slither under, a cold comfort to my fingers.
Eyes close from exhaustion, a slight breeze from the fan.
Feet slide out over the floor, thinking of how long you will linger.
Without effort you slip, slip into the darkness of the night.
You open your eyes, and there you are.
Blurry at first, and then you slowly get back your sight.
A place known somehow, yet it is way off far.
Doing without thinking, you continue on.
Realistic, yet unnatural; anything is possible here.
A moment there, a moment later changed, another moment gone.
Pulling off your goals, your past, present, possible future...your desires, good times, and fears.
Unnaturally real, seems like it is really there,
You reach out a hand, blink once, and it disappears.
A distant pull, you fight to remain, do all you can bare.
You have had your share for one night, now a growing noise is all you can hear.
Again blurry, just like you arrived, out of the world of possible you go.
Open your eyes, reality is back like how you left it.
Thinking of the night before, oh the adventure!...with nothing of it to show.
The more you try to remember, the more you forget.
An empty feeling, one of abandonment and regret.
Time away from the real world, if only for a few moments...
A pleasure need not be taken for granted, another trip will come so no need to fret.
As long as your mind stays full of possibilities, the number of times will be infinite.
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Rights of Wrinkles
It is an inspiration for me,
A sign of what I want to become to be.
Not something earned over night,
It is the living of life, years of insight.
Symptom of age...or of experience?
Youth's weakness...or an Elder's burden of appearance?
Having to worry about my coolness...
Or just living life to the fullest?
Yes, this is what I want to become to be.
Getting to look back at all the things I got to see.
Appreciation...not wrapped up in being the "youth of the nation",
Finally my chance to be the Wise,
Not having to care, if I am the next one who dies...
Life accomplished, not taken for granted.
Future generations, the outcome of the seeds I planted.
Getting to say, "Hey, I did that.", with a smile on my face.
Because of cherished memories, knowing that those, can never be erased.
Some respect?...sure, what the heck...
Knowing your days are limited,
But whoever said that where forfeited? Not I...
Just know, to have no regrets when you die,
For it is no one's right, to know when they will finally have to say, "Good-bye."
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Desired Chaos
With a numb sound filling my ears,
From the world, I get taken aback.
Crowd around me, no one's attention I jack.
Left to observe, yet nonjudgmental.
Just another here, no one special.
There but not noticed, faded away.
Seeing smiling faces, latest gossip stories relayed.
Ordered Chaos is all it is.
Often over-looked, just another day.
Meaningless expression, social conversing.
Dull roar of people's say.
Friends huddled for one reason,
Familiarness, fear of foreign confrontation.
Common trait among most: happiness.
Meaningless, yet, necessary.
Attention is desired by those faded.
Foreign confrontation is all it is...
But desired by none...I am jaundiced.
Jealousy?...Indeed.
For there is not a smile on my face.
Happiness necessary?...Indeed.
Friends? None near in my case.
Numbness filling everything...feeling nothing.
Observing the Chaos,
It is what I desire most...
Something even un-special, that I could boast.
Nonjudgmental? Not at all.
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Poems have always been a venting media for myself...to let the poison out, that I regrettably keep inside me for too long. That explains why most of the poems here, are a little dark.

Don't see me as "Emo" or anything...please. Because I am far from it. I just tend to write in extremities...because I feel that it is only then, that you can really put feelings into words.

Those were only a few of my poems that I have written, those are all at least a year old now...I continue to write to this day. And I am open to write poems For people if you'd like...just give me a subject, a feeling, or anything, and I'll do my best. I enjoy writing...and hopefully you get something out of my words.

Never be afraid to learn...especially if the lesson hurts, the best always do.