Short Poems

If I were to die today,

Would you mourn for my days

And pray that life will somehow be okay?

Or would you simply give the deepest of sighs

And move on with your own life.



My childhood was ruined by a tube

That flashed pictures too much for my mind

And now I want to run back to those days,

But they have all gone away

And they are no where to be found.



Would you still love me for my childish ways

Or turn towards a girl who thinks shes a woman?

For my tears are less frequent,

I will harden to stone

And then you wil want a girl to love.



Lifes contradictions make God a prankster

He snickers at the ways that we foolishly behave,

But when we break down does his smile turn to a frown

And suddenly take on a new role.



I'm a mess that should not be touched,

My hands shake all of the time,

I always fall to easily in love,

Trust is served on a platter,

Take a piece and you might be poisoned,

I can't seem to ever meet expectations,

So much so that I've given up in some ways,

All I've ever wanted is to be loved,

But now all I want is to get through the days.