Some poetry from my past...

Life Happens

We met and all my fears were left in the dark.
We met and I noticed how much you really care.
We met and my life was put on hold.
We met and my other thoughts vanished in an instant.
We met and I knew you were there to lend an ear.
We met and all I know is peace.

Life happens, change takes place.

Life happens, but forgiveness is the key.
Life happens, our paths in life are changing.
Life happens, we can only hope for the best.
Life happens, we wish to end up in a better place.
Life happens, wondering what the future will be.
Life happens, and I only notice when I want to.

Life happens, and I notice, only when it is close to my heart.

That was a "found poem" I wrote in high school. It is made up of lines I pulled from some of my other poetry and writing projects.

End of the Road

Life is a road, twisting and winding.
Making its way through all the experiences.
Some roads are short and go but a small distance.
Other roads are long and go "up hill both ways".
No road is the same as another.
Yet all our roads cross at some point.
We head towards the horizon.
Not knowing when we'll reach our destination.
Many roads end suddenly, without warning.
I want to be on the road that goes on forever.
The straight path is easiest.
The ones that turn are more fun.
Don't ever think you're too tired to go on.
Think of the adventures that lie ahead.
We cannot know where our road will lead us,
Only hope it ends up in a good place.

This next poem is one I wrote on September 11. It describes how I lived that day...

America the Beautiful

Eighth grade science and the teacher is late.
He comes soon after with a look of hate.

The students all question his look of fear,
Then wonder why our teacher has a tear.

He turns on the TV to watch the news,
We see the policemen and firemen crews.

One building's been hit and we see the flames.
Then listen closely as our teacher explains;

"The Trade Center's been hit by a man no one knows..."
Looking back to the TV, we watch as the other tower goes.

We go to our classes and the emotions the same,
Reality's sinking, this is real, not a game.

Some years later and the emotion's still strong.
It's sad that this war has gone on for so long.

America the Beautiful, our country will always be,
We're no longer "invincible", that's easy to see.

More poems to come later...