Changing My Mind

The other day I would have given anything to be rid of this place
But with a touch of your hand that thought's gone without a trace
You've shown me what I'm really giving up in my pursuit to be "free"
Now that my eyes are open I never want to leave
I want to stay here in the warmth of your arms
I know there I can endure no harm
You are my safety net, my constant friend
And I know you'll be there until the very end
Remember no matter where I am I belong to you
My heart is pure and my love is true



I chose a different color for this poem because, unlike my other poems, it was never ment to be in my poetry book I was putting together. This I wrote for someone special to me who asked me to write a love poem. I laughed at the request because it's not what I'm used to writing, but I couldn't step now from the challenge. I cried while writing this because it means a lot to me and before I give it to my someone special I want to know if it's any good.

Leper Lepellier

He looked upon the world , only to see fear
His life he once loved had lost all it's happy cheer
The beauty of his mind was dashed and turned to hate
Hope was his crime and insanity was his fate
A boy once full of love, now a man with only loathing
Thus plays the mind and it's psychotic controling



Another strange title that seems like it has nothing to do with the poem. This one actuelly does though. In english class we are reading A Separate Peace, by John Knowles and today while reading chapter 10 I became inspired to write about the character Leper Lepellier, a once nice trustworthy guy turned insane by the war. The chapter really upset me and showed me the mind is a truelly terrible thing to lose.

A Gift for You

Does He want me, I can never tell
The constant wondering hurts like hell
I've given him everything short of my life
But the day he asks for it I won't think twice
My heart is his and his alone
Being without him makes my soul groan
I've never felt a love as strong as this
Just hearing his name makes me long for his kiss
I miss the times I spent in his arms
His beautiful eyes and undaunting charm
And now he hints he feels the same
More likely my hearts playing a wishful game



First of all you may have noticed that the poem and title don't really match up. The story behind that is when I wrote the poem (5 minutes ago) I couldn't be bothered to get up and find paper so I grabbed the first thing I could find to write on, a peice of cardboard. When I finished the poem and was trying to come up with a title for it I flipped the cardboard over and on it was written, A Gift for You, and that saying suited me. So that's where the title came from. Also this is my first attempt at a love poem and obviously I sorta failed miserably because the poem is still really sad and not quite as lovey as I had planned. But I don't think I did a bad job. And also props to Kovier, because his poem inspired me to write. Thanks.