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DONT
Dont care so much for me,
I may get used to it.
Dont come so near to me,
I may not be able to detach from
it.
Dont put so much faith in me,
I may not be able to handle it.
Dont touch me the way u do,
I may not be able to get over it.
Dont become a part of my life,
Coz without u, I wont be able to
live it.
Dont make me fall for u,
I may not be able to fall out of
it.
Dont come into my life,
If u have to leave one day.
Dont give me the hope,
That its forever u r gonna stay.
Coz love is an emotion
I wont be able to hide,
When love isnt reciprocated with
love,
It hurts deep down inside.
Dont start something
That I wont be able to end.
Dont make me believe
That u can be more than a friend.
Coz at the end of it all,
I dont wanna hear u say,
That, Im sorry,
but I never felt the same way!
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| Better Untouched |
| by Chole |
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I look at him,
And a smile grows in my face.
Just to remember the times,
When
he could've been mine.
As he gives me a hug,
While he puts his arms around me.
I remember what I would've gave
To
only have a chance with him.
But now I see him,
In a different light.
Yes, he still means the world to me,
But
now its a different way.
His friendship means a lot to me,
Although we never had much anything else.
Now I see
why God doesn't answer all prayers,
Because some things are left better untouched. |
More to come.
My Poetry
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| Can You See It In My Eyes? |
| by Sandy Fioretti |
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You don't know how I'm feeling.
I have yet to vocalize
Desire deep inside
me.
Can you see it in my eyes?
I tremble when I'm near you
Heat travels up my thighs
and I want you with an
urgency
That I just can't describe.
Dare I reach out to touch you?
Do you think you'd realize
How much I want
and need you?
Can you see it in my eyes?
I long to say, "I love you,"
But am scared of your reply.
Terrified
like a child
I've become paralyzed.
The camouflaged emotions
Lead to pain and silent cries.
And yet I just
can't tell you.
Don't you see it in my eyes?
Confessing through this poem
My dilemma summarized.
The feeling's
quite cathartic,
But will lead to my demise. |
| The Knowing Sea |
| by Mikol Khol |
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The tide comes in, and moves back out
Like your chest rising and falling
To
the melodic rhythm of your life
In the mist of the sea's dew
I see the future of our understanding love
Two young
friends discovering the truth
Sand and shells shift underneath
Realizing the changes that have taken place
I
know now . . . where my heart belongs |
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Untitled by Katie
And I tell myself it's helping,
And I tell myself I'm doing the right thing,
And I tell
myself not to open up,
Not to tell the real thing,
But everyday someone new asks,
And everyday they say can I see?
I
smile and just laugh it all off,
But then I cough,
And I choke on my tears,
The angels above are trying to shine,
I
know I keep them on a tight line,
Time rolls on by,
All I can do is sigh,
And I shrug it off,
I shrug it off,
I
always shrug it off,
And I tell myself it's helping,
And I tell myself I 'm doing the right thing,
And I tell myself
not to open up,
Not to tell the real thing,
I hide in my cold hands,
They hold together like lonely bands,
My
only friends,
I don't want this brought to the end,
All of their tears,
Always screaming-they hurt my ears,
My
heart is untouched and bare,
All I ever see is one long lifeless stare,
And I try so hard not to end it,
And I sometimes
try to hold on-even if it is a little bit,
All I am is fear,
And I am always here,
I never go away,
But I don't
ever stay,
So if I seem lost,
Just give me a tear and a toss,
I'll fall and my skin will bleed,
But that is all
that I ever seem to need,
A drop of red,
Always helps clear up my head,
You don't realize-you don't know,
You'd
never understand if I told you though,
So sometimes I wonder why I even try,
It's not enough to just cry,
I need
something much deeper,
And I think this one is a definite keeper,
And I tell myself it's helping,
And I tell myself
I'm doing the right thing,
And I tell myself not to open up,
Not to tell the real thing,
Time has come-and it has
gone,
And this has been way too long,
I think maybe it' time to wave good-bye,
But before I go-I'll give it one more
try,
Oh hell-forget that,
One last final sigh,
The end is near,
Can you feel it too my dear?
And I tell myself
it's helping,
And I tell myself I'm doing the right thing,
And I tell myself not to open up,
Not to tell the real
thing.
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