More Old Poems (4)

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~ Untitled ~
The Mind
A vaast wasteland of imagination
Unheard songs of infinte joy
Boundless fields of flowing hope
Oceans of uncryed tears
Endless darkness of unmentioned fears
What if we were to dig beyond the known and go into the deepest receases of the mind. What would me find?
{ another one I just wrote for the heck of it}
 
~ My Epitaph ~
Here lies a girl who knew no love
Whos crys they heard but did not turn
They did not notice this gentle dove
To her they showed but little concern
 
She hated the things they'd fling
And they way that they would talk
She wished to sprout some wings
And fly toward heaven like a hawk
 
She hated the way that they'd laugh
And the ways that they would stare
So here is her simple epitaph
'Case someone 'sides God might care
- 11/25/02 { I wrote this one as a class project. We had to write our own epitaph. Whats so sad about reading this now is that as much pain as I wrote into this, the teacher did nothing and said nothing to anybody. Even though it was quite obvious that something was up.}