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I'm far from an important person, merely an undergraduate college student, but here are some of my writings.

Curse the Day

Pushed away, fallen and rejected;
Once again I'm on my own
To live a life feeling dejected:
Curse the day that you said no.

You couldn't give and you couldn't find
Enough reason to cast aside your doubt,
Even though you want to be mine:
Curse the day that you said no.

Hearts are broken and souls are shattered
From a love that could not come true
Now the angels weep in robes come tattered:
Curse the day that you said no.

Aside we go with pleasant smiles
Knowing exactly waht's cast aside:
No church bells or wedding aisles:
Curse the day that you said no.

I'll love you forever, even while you're gone
My heart is yours, but I must go:
Time comes once again for me to move on:
Curse the day that you said no.

March of Death

Life is pain, it is suffering
Pain for others.
Suffering for yourself.
They are both related:
It is a circle that spins round and round.
It never ends and never begins.
Death itself is no release from this circle
For it still inflicts pain
For others.
For yourself.
The pain you fell multiplies my suffering
My suffering is a punishment worse than death.
But it isn't even half of what I deserve,
Death is too good for me.
My life is only pain and suffering,
Worse of all for the one who deserves none.
If my suffering heals one, I hope it is her.
She deserves all of heaven's mercy.
And I, all of hell's fire;
Every day will be a memory of her.
First of love.
Last of pain.
And if I shall no longer touch her lovingly again
My life will be empty and cold hereafter.
Far worse than hell.
But nothing less than I deserve.



Memories

I could stare at this sky all night
It floats all beautiful, gray and black
Being here feels so right
It allows my mind to travel back
To the time when we first met:
My smile met your gentle laugh;
I knew that it was fate.
But now our different paths are set;
Sorrow came from your wrath.
And now the time's too late.
In this life, relationships come and go
And I know that ours is gone.
But this is all that I have for you to know:
My love in you lives on.

To Mindy

What alms can heal these wounds
That none but me can see?
My soul is locked away within its tomb
From an early death that I have made.

If this is how life without you feels
Then my death, I pray comes soon.
Down a dark and painful road my life now wheels
For no mixture or manly cure can heal these wounds.

But our star, I can still see shining brightly
Though it is consumed by clouds of gray.
All I want is to hold you tightly
But the wall that I have built still stands in our way.

I still love you with all my heart, believe it as you may
For, forever shall I love you, forward from this day.

To Diane

Two nights ago I knew a girl
Whose kiss was but a dream.
From her smile, my heart was stolen
But she gave me something to believe.

Two nights ago I fell in love
With a girl I could not have
Untouchable as the golden sun,
The suspense has made me mad.

Two nights ago I gained new hope
For this girl so far away.
I cannot wait for time's stroke
To give her to me someday

For her, I'd wat for all my youth,
But she's really not too far in truth.

Walking the Path

Take my hand and walk with me
Down this path and you will see:
The world we had known before;
The world that exists forevermore.

The land below is just a dream:
It is shallow and false, where nothing's clean.
It may be hard, but just believe:
That our footprints last when we leave.

This road we choose is our own
And no matter how far from it you may roam,
The path and world is still yours and mine
And it is free from the constraints of time.

Untitled

She's more lovely
Than she appears to be.
Her smile is so lonely
But so is the one on me.
Think what you will
Think words you won't say
Because you don't have the will
To make things right today.
Go, live on without her
Just as you've done so far
Cause it just doesn't matter
If you won't risk your heart.

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That's it for my poems. If you read them, thank you for your time and attention. I know a lot of the feelings are exaggerated, but I write with emotion, not with logic.