I feel safer on this site...not sure why but i do. Here are a few recent poems for your enjoyment. What if you had the world in your arms? What would you do...what would you change. You better say something. Everyone would hear your silence. Your voice controls the weather, the sun, the mood of the people. When you sit back and watch the world panics. They've started Wars while you've been on vacation. Without your guidance, millions die. You took a lunch while the Irish we’re starved by the English. Hiroshima suffered when you took a cigarette break. With your silence the world makes noise that can deafen even you. They annoy you back into their minds. They are comfortable when you are looking out for them. So you better say something The world will hear your silence so i ask again...would you change anything. Would you make your mark or disappear into the break room and take 15 only to come back with nothing left? They would hear your silence. Addison 01.08.06 3.5.06 Addison When I woke up I was alive But I was not happy. My dream never ended. A girl I’ve never formally met Told me she loves me today And I hope she meant It The sun is rising without me today I revel in Hollywood love stories It seems like the best way, the only way A way for the lost Romantics : A dying breed And I hope she meant It I don’t fall in love easily I’m not sure this is love, but Does anyone know what love Is? I don’t fall in love with Face or a body. I fall in love With a heart, a spirit. With a Personality that makes me Feel good about anything. About everything. And I hope she meant It. Is it better the dream and never live? Or Is it better to live and never have a dream? The temperance of the universe frightens me, for it is unknown. Just like the 14 year old on the first date, I feel misconstrued and beridden with embarrassment. With no words to say. With nothing But the wonderment To drive me On. The Curiosity What is happening in the world? And do I dare say I don’t care? Do I dare speak out and let my mind known? Or do I stay in the shadow and watch You tear down your yesterdays But never your tomorrow’s Addison 12.25.05 On Wonderment I ask myself questions (none of which I have answers for) In a hope to feel hope. To feel the feeling that I’m important To someone To not feel like the useless extremity that Exists in the pinky. To think about thinking And how to decipher these feelings. Or, in some cases, lack of feeling I feel only to think. Addison 2.21.06 “Swimming”