Okay, so I wrote some poems. But I'm not a normal poem writer so you'll have to tell me if they're worth continuing. This one's called High: I was high… Higher than the sun in the sky But through the haze I wondered why You were standing there Watching me Without a care You were high… Higher than the sun in the sky And I bet that you wondered why I shot you down I shot you down With just one round It makes me cry… Oh yes… I wish I could die… Oh yes… So every time that I’m high… Oh yes… I wait as the minutes creep by… Oh yes… And you know… Everything I didn’t know But you still ask me those questions, Oh And I wish that this weren’t so But it is so I’m gonna let go Goodbye Goodbye to the sun in the sky Goodbye to the questions and “why?” Because I don’t know And this one's called Dream Singer: Mineral water in the quick of the evening Even the deepest sleepers can hear you singing And as your voice floats softly into our heads We rise and dance serenely around our beds You fill the glass and you return to your slumber But though we rest, the songs won’t go under And this sweet serenade pervades our sleep We try to wake you, but your trance is too deep All of us know that when you do go You always return And all of us feel That when our wounds will not heal You can take away the burn We trust you fully But we ask that you hurry For when you awake, Our lives will be saved Then you’ll sound your sweet voice And we’ll dance with rejoice The gala will grow Until no one will know How this started. And this one's called Phone Love: I went in my room To be alone But was startled by a ring From the telephone I jumped from my seat The phone to greet And heard a gentle voice say Hello I knew right away who it had been And my face lit up with the most enormous grin It was a friend of mine come to spend some time Over the telephone He was a romantic young guy With a spark in his eye And in mind always had A song or two He’d sing them aloud Carry me away on a cloud And set me down Right back here on the ground When he was done We’d talk and what fun To chatter about the things We both liked For hours we’d run And it wasn’t much fun To see the phone bill At the end of the month But I never thought about it It never crossed my mind one little bit And as I listened oh so closely I had a feeling I was in love And this one's called Revenge to Me: You were such a dream But dreams fall apart And you were one of the ones that do So now that you’re shattered I’d like to say, “Ha…ha.” You thought you could play me Wrap me around your finger And make me engage in your games And you never thought about resistance You never thought about the possibilities Of me rebelling and overcoming your strengths Over me and my mind And over my actions But I did gather the power To act against you To stop you To trap you as you trapped me And I wanted to torture you Like you tortured me And hurt you like you hurt me And make you plead and cry And want it all to end So I did everything to pull you down And I did And as you lay there miserable All I have to say is, “Ha…ha.” So there you have it. Some poems I wrote. And it's just my first stab at it really, not unless you count the things I sent in to AMS-LIT-MAG. But I would appreaciate some opinions. I mean I could get better off of them. Who knows. Well outtie.