is it love?
or just a petty crush?
will you still matter in 2 years?

I don't know but
I've had a lot of crushes
but you were different

is it because you're a girl?
because I used to hate you
or were you my first love?

I still want to write about you
I still think about you
I still hope I can see you again

will I write a book about you?
will I think about you in college?
will I still dream about you when I'm old?

but of course you're the reason why I joined a poetry site
under a pseudonym
to write anonymous poems

will I look back at this?
will I think "it was just a crush"?
will I still look at the sun and think of you?

all these questions
all these contradictions
they'll never be put to rest

What drives someone to love, or to hate or even to ****?
What causes we as humans to go to such lengths
To fill the voids in our hearts and heads
I already know that our minds bend and twist
To deal with the stresses and pains in life
But what causes the mind to snap so cleanly
That it would give ghosts and ghouls a fright?

What makes us want to hold someone tight
All through the night, is it just a chemical reaction to
Pass on our genes
Or is love a spiritual connection that will always go unseen?

Maybe the questions I'm asking have answers we weren't ever meant to hear
But if you question nothing you won't answer anything... So am I wrong for asking this or am I right?

When they sent us on our way,
They told us the path would always be clear -
Blinded by faith, we listened.
No doubt in mind, we kept on.

Now knee deep in the ghostly twilight,
The stars and the sky have all lost their hue
And the trail has ended.
A howl rises in the night -
*"What has become of this?"

been there done that
sitting under a desk
closed in with no leg space
rusted chair wheels
that won't even roll
one wrong push I'll flip out
phone ringing call after call
I'm answering question
so simple to answer
almost time to punch out
clock it ticks yet haven't
moved an inch
intense waiting
thinking positive
I know it must be done
the daily results that's
what pays my bills

and i, i ask why
my life goes on and on
and i, i ask why
i'm alive
                                                                                          - g.w

When the nerd in the back dies with complexity
of not sharing simplicity
of not getting acknowledgment
of not receiving enjoyment
What is there to live for
with the dark days ahead
and the ruined ones behind
what is there to live for
other than the lonely scorch ?

I ask myself on single days
why do wait,
why do sing
to a lonesome soul
or a high pitched scream?
lonesome thoughts
swarm through my brain
wishing the better
of every single day
wanting with heart
craving with soul
what is there to live for
other than that 6 foot hole ?


The nature dies along without a cause
The fire burns singing screaming songs
when the old crow hackles
when the little mouse rants
I'm going to be hanging
from a little unknown branch
praying to my soul
praying for life
When that old crow hackles
Ill be sitting on a  mantle
with thee only thing left but
the ashes of my neck
What is there to live for
when I am only a spec ?

Questions like those,
come and go,
yet one always stays
which one I will never know
Along with the dreams
of a broken pain that lasts
Along with wishes
of a sad whimsy past...

Have you ever felt hated?
So, hated?
That you can’t see what’s going on around you.
Have you ever felt alone?
So, alone?
That you can’t see who’s around you.
Have you ever felt tired?
So, tired?
That you can’t see when someone’s abandoned around you.
Have you ever felt pain?
So, pain?
That you can’t see where someone’s hurt around you.

Have you ever left everyone you have loved?
Have you ever lost all that you cared?
Have you ever stopped to look, where now?


Have you ever felt your heart beat to a rhythm?
Have you ever felt yourself live to a song?
Have you ever felt you have been missed?
Have you ever felt you have been called?
Have you ever felt that you’re the best for me?
Have you ever felt you’re a part of me?
Have you ever felt close that you can’t be apart?
Have you ever felt the best of me speak from your heart?
Have you ever felt the side of me you are?
Have you ever felt you have wanted to see me?
Have you ever felt you have wanted to hold me?
Have you ever felt you are here for me?
Have you ever felt you are with me?
Cause I will tell you only once,
Only Once,
You are mine.

I sit and think about all the things you've said to me,
Sweet nothings, the time you asked me to go on a date with you
I was almost but we stopped because you were too nervous.
So cute, so sweet, so independent.
Lately there hasn't been anything more though.
You don't talk to me anymore.
When you do its always,
"Give me an hour." "I'll be there soon." "Some other time."
No follow through though.
I'm waiting.
Always waiting.
"Soon" is never going to come.
I'll always be waiting on you won't I?

What really is time?
If not enough for people,
Then what is time for?