These poems are my private collection... don't show them to anyone
or use them as your own... if you DO want to use them for something
ask me... my emaill addy is gregsworld@hotmail.com

Be fore-warned, some of these poems have content in them which could
Offend some readers (IE- comments about suicide, and love) be careful... you might feel what I have felt




Beauty

You are a natural beauty,
Not fake or cosmetic.
Your stunning grace;
Shocked me to the core.
Your innocence;
That of the blissful childhood nature,
Has enlightened my heart.
You’ve awakened me to a whole new world.




Ends

He screams out in silence,
Wanting to be heard by someone who cares;
He is non-existent. Nobody cares
About his painful soul or heart.
Nobody wants to be his friend
Or his lover.
Only thing he has is his work.
The struggle of life is winning him over,
He can't climb his ladder anymore.
He will fall never to get up again,
By his own hand?
By that of another?
Who knows, nobody can say for sure.
The wind, air, water, ground, and fire
All his enemies, to name a few.
He sucks up his resources
Which have run dry years ago.
He has nowhere to go.
No one to turn to.
These are his ends.




He and her

He needs her,
For survival,
He needs her like nothing else in life,
More than oxygen,
Her importance shines through with his tears.
He only wants to age with her by his side.
He loves her like nothing else in life,
He yearns for her touch every day,
Every night,
Every morning,
Every death and every birth.
He sees their unborn children in her eyes.
Virgin to the world of sacrifice and hate,
He needs her like nothing else in life,
He loves her,
She would look amazing in his room
Sitting on his bed,
In her underwear.
Her kisses so soft on his chest,
While falling asleep to the soothing beat of his heart,
It beats for her.
He needs her like nothing else on this earth.
He needs her because he loves her,
Will she marry him?
Will they be together?
Time will tell.
Can he survive the wait?
Can he last long enough to be with her every second of every day,
Of every week, of every month,
Of every year of every decade.
Of every lifetime?
He loves her like nothing else in life.
So he will hold on to his until they are together.
Love,
Need,
Yearning,
He hurts more and more every second of separation that passes through his
Well guarded heart,
He will be buried holding her beautiful metaphored hand.
He loves her until death.




His World

The world doesn't understand his state
Of insanity, anger, misfortune.
He hate's those who look down on him
And see him as dirt
Scum.
He is unworthy of trust from "friends"
Unworthy of love, of anything.
People don't see his hurt, or who he really is.
People see what they want to see,
What isn't real.
Who is to say? Is he? Is she?
No.
Nobody can truly say what is real.
This world is fake.
His world betrays him.
Why do they hate him so, what has he done?
Nothing.
He has done no wrong.
He has merely seeked out approval,
Friendship, love, trust, respect;
none of which he shall receive.




Let me

Let me guard you from pain,
Let me keep you from hurt,
Let me be your love.
Let me love you for life,
I will anyways.

Let me be the one with you,
When you sleep at night.
Let me hold you now,
Let me fall asleep in your arms,
I will in my dreams.
Will you?




Masturbating Eyes

Tears of pain and solitude rip from his eyes,
His face forms and bends with pain and depression,
Greater than ever felt before.
Veins protrude and beat their way from his temples.
His pain is too much to handle.
Sobbing,
He holds the knife to his throat as he swallows an entire bottle.
He would welcome death if it came now.
He hates,
Not one other person,
But he hates himself.
Why can’t he beat this?
He doesn’t know,
But it has gotten the better of him this time,
Finally.
He wants to die,
But he can’t do it to himself,
He’s afraid that even God himself would turn him away,
And that Satan would not want to have him,
He is afraid to be a lost soul.
Trapped between worlds,
Wandering the earth in search of love,
Never to be found.
Much like he is now.
He is invisible.
Or at least wishes he was.
His tears rape his eyes for hours on end,
His face is blood red and his arms are scarred.
His heart ripped from his chest and served on a silver platter.
Forced to watch he reaches out to those who have betrayed him,
They turn their backs.
His eyes,
Hurting from violent surges of depression.
Has he been alone his whole life?
He feels he has,
Nothing exists to say otherwise,
A few scattered memories,
Pictures in his mind of better times fade away.
All he can remember is the pain,
Loss, loathing, loneliness.




Not Alone

All last night we were together,
And then I woke up all alone,
I was dreaming of you,
All last night.
I woke up with tears streaming down my face,
When I discovered that I am alone.

Crying myself to sleep at night,
Wishing I had your petite feminine figure in my arms,
I dream of you,
Walking down the city streets,
Running peacefully through the most perfect puddles,
Then I discover that I am alone.

Am I really all alone,
Or do you dream of me in your double bed fit for an angel,
Masturbating a fury of tears from your beautiful eyes cracked like glass.
Lying in your bed, face in hands,
Forming peaceful puddles of perfect tears on your pillow,
We are not alone.




Perfectly

Everyday in solitude,
Meandering the streets alone.
Wandering the world in sadness,
Looking for a sign.

Searching inside his soul,
He’s searching for a reason.
He doesn’t want to go on,
Living this life of misery,
And hate.

So much hatred,
Floating around this city.
Extreme amounts of detest,
And distrust,
Surviving in the hearts of its,
Citizens.
They thrive on hate.
He thrives on love,
Wants to find a genuine love,
Of life.
He wonders if anyone has this.
Not likely.

That was the past, and this,
This is the present.
He has found the one person,
With authentic love for life.
She’s amazing,
Beautiful.
He sees her, an imperfect person,
Perfectly.
His search for a reason ends.




All Alone

All alone in a world lacking pity and love,
I turn in my broken heart to receive a mended soul.
I turn my back on life
To invite death.
I will not go on to Heaven,
But stay in your heart forever.
You are in mine.
Am I in yours?

I dream of you tonight and every other,
Your perfect figure running through a field.
A field of security and bliss.
All alone.

I leave this life behind.
To start anew.
I leave my pain behind,
To cry again.
I cry alone tonight,
Without you.
Why are you so far away,
From my home.
But not my heart and soul.

God, take back my soul,
I don’t need it anymore.
It is tainted and torn much like my heart.
I am all alone in a world full of hate and corporatism.
Left here to wither in denial and pain.
I’m all alone in this world,
Without my love to hold and cherish.
I will suffer all the consequences just to be with her.

Jenn,
A name of perfection,
A woman of perfection.
My love.

I dream of you tonight and every other,
Your perfect figure running through a field.
A field of security and bliss.
All alone.

I’m all alone in this world lacking pity,
This world full of protruding hate.
It stifles my desire,
If muffles my artistic drive.
I snuffs my flame of life.
It keeps me away from her.
It keeps me away from you my love.
Life is a whore.

The world is a bastard.
Hate, ignorance, bigotry,
I am raped everyday
By derogotory words heaved at me.
So heavy in my heart.

I dream of you tonight and every other,
Your perfect figure running through a field.
A field of security and bliss.
All alone.



(this next poem is going to be on the spot, I'm gonna write it right here in this window... wish me luck)



Run to me

Your figure and mine,
Together then in perfect union.
Your figure compliments the beauty of your face,
Your face shows the pain inside,
Your face,
It's beauty is coupled by your spirit,
So stunning.
I have fallen in love with you,
This feeling came on so fast,
But here it is.
I do love you.
You are in love with someone else,
He deserves someone great like you,
You deserve so much more.
More than he can give you,
And even more than I could ever dream of being.
You say you felt loved,
And you were,
And still are.
So someday when you need to be held,
And he isn't around or doesn't want to be;
Someday when he hurts you again,
And he turns his back on you;
Run to me,
I'll be there for you.



Angel on my arm

Here she comes,
Walking down the sidewalk.
But she doesn’t walk,
She floats.
She speaks out my name;
But to me she doesn’t just simply speak,
She sings.
Her voice,
More pleasant than an angel’s could ever be.
I think, breathe and live her.
Everything I do is for her.
She is the reason I am here,
She is all my reasons.
God served me a piece of perfection pie.
I will never let go of the dream I have,
To go on from here with the same bliss.
To go on floating by the others with my angel on my arm,
Holding my hand,
Holding my heart.



I could fall in love with you

Nostalgia and youthful ways,
Joyful and pleasantly childish.
Beautiful in every manner,
Absolutely lovely in a complete way.
These are the reasons why,
Why I know that I…

I could fall in love with you.
I could fall in love with you.
Will I fall in love with you?
I am falling in love with you.

The way I feel when I’m with you,
No one makes me smile the way you do.
The wonderment that is in your eyes,
And how I see your face in the skies.
These are the reasons why,
Why I know that I…

I could fall in love with you.
I could fall in love with you.
Will I fall in love with you?
I am falling in love with you.



I hope you enjoyed those poems but to be quite honest I could
care less... because... I WROTE THEM FOR ME NOT YOU... but I
still hope you liked them