Category: Poems

The Phantom’s Memiors It isn’t right That such beauty Can bring such Saddness To my heart. I can’t say That life is horrid Or something

Where have all the Onions Gone? Where is the onion now? Is it inside a cow? Has it switched its seat? Did I miss a

Perfection   I hold your image Tightly within my heart. There is not a thing I could change Not a freckle to remove To make

Hüsker Dü? Do you remember The very first time we kissed The love we shared for that moment All the pain that went away? Do

A Different Sort of Rhyme Sun. Kid’s shoe. Little bee. He’s somewhat sore. Bee flies to the hive. Children beat it with sticks. One Child’s

Come Through my Bedroom Windows Come through my bedroom windows And lay with me upon my bed In silence and natrual brightness Peasing to the

Crushed Why did they pick me to protect you? The hall was full of knights ready All with more experience than me Every one less

Blue-Eyed Angel This poem is about a dream I had one night. Not about any specific girl, mind you (well, I don’t think so). Just

As Wonderful as Life Is. . . As wonderful as life is I cannot say I enjoy it. It doesn’t come close To what it

And Loved by You Run with me Free among the hills Beneath the stars Smiled upon by the Moon And loved by you. Stop with