They boil up inside
   unable to escape
I want to scream
   I want to run
      run from my emotions
         my feelings
I feel as if I am suppressing them
   but the problem is
      I have no problems
Everyone writes about
   loss
        love
              death
                      mourn­ing
That is my problem
   I have never
      lost
         loved
            no one has died
               or mourned of my own
That is it
   I am surrounded
      by those screaming for help
         those suffering heart ache
but I sit here
   thinking thoughts that are not my own
                   I want to scream

I have this bubble
   ready to burst,
I need to tell someone
   but what is there to tell...
I have nothing to say,
   no confession to make,
      no promise to break...
Just an overwhelming hole,
   a hole that gets bigger
      with every passing moment...
I feel depressed but about what?
   There is nothing wrong,
      no lover or broken heart,
         no loss, death or mourning...
                                                     ­    But if so why is there a hole...
Why can I write poems that speak of things beyond me....

I want to *scream...

I feel the line
an unseen connection
it pulls me closer
   into the unknown
There is an emptiness
   in which the line gets wound
      the closer I get
         the fuller I become
If I step back
   away from you
      I unravel
         the hole grows
Someday I will find you
   and you will never leave my side
      the longing hole in me
         will be gone
            all wound up

Darling Dear,
   are the words I want to hear
Come my love,
   Are the words I yearn to notice
Hold me, Hug me, Kiss me,
    Laught with me, Join Me
      these are the words my heart longs to be called

Something Sweet

Something Hidden

Something Free

Something *Love

Hopeless
   the days drag on
      getting *slower and slower

No drive
No reason
    to get out of bed

Did they human race
    really evolve out of mud?

If so,
   What was the purpose?
   Why?
   It doesn't make sense
      *Why do we live if there
           is nothing to live for?

I say no
My mind says yes
My heart says wait

Don't be to eager
   it will come

Do not go and search it out
   let it come freely

We all may dream
   but to live a dream
      is to chase
          Chase love
          Chase glory
          Chase tomorrow
          Chase to no end
Given the chance we would run
   But stay
      *Let it come in time

Love
We all want it
Very few of us get it

We are tantalized
We think we have it
   until it is gone
      stolen by life

It seems a pattern is set
One that cannot be broken
Inescapable by man
   So you wait
   Wait for him
   Wait for her
   Wait for love
Your patience runs thin
   about to give up
      you become desperate
         lowering your standards
            until you are tossed to the side
               no one wants used love
But then one sees
   cleans you up
      returns you to life
Grab them
Grab love
   *before they leave