I've decided that it was really stupid to not put some of my poetry on here because it was "published" in my school's lame literary magazine. So here's something I wrote in September 2008 that I actually still like


The open door reveals my faults,

The fear inside my eyes

You act as though it's different

Though you shouldn't be surprised

.

Your gentle voice is smiling

As it speaks what I should say

Then my time with you continues

In the same familiar way:

.

A lesson learned, a song we've heard

A common goal achieved

Comedic lies and alibis

That no one here believes

.

My head, though, is still spinning,

Full of everything you've said

And I have half a mind

To think of something else instead

.

I'll make the most of what you give,

Accept your gracious thoughts

But they'll soon be long forgotten

And I fear that can't be stopped

.

So just say it all before we're done

And I'll start spilling, too

It means nothing, but it's different

And that's something new to you