Scared

Well I am scared to write anything TOO indepth or personal. Who knows how long it will last in this thing? But I do miss writing in it. I am still a little upset I lost 4 years worth of entries and some people I saw didn’t lose anything. But I guess I can’t complain really, the site IS free. I don’t pay to share my thoughts. Good thing because my money would probably be wasted..lol

Well I wrote this poem about a month or so ago. I wrote it when my father died (commited suicide) back on August 6th ’04. Anyway here it is.

REMAINS TO BE SEEN         9-7-04

Look at the redness of your skin,

    as it sparkles in the sun like rubies.

Your pores creating the wine that,

       flows endlessly through my veins.

The sweet nectore drools from a child’s

      mouth as they stare up at you longinly

Their heart and soul used me as a stepping-stool

      only you were to high for them to reach.

I wave my many arms hoping the sway

       will land you into their hungry hands,

Alas, despair slides them dowm my

       old trunk…and yet…

The cracks in my bark are from all

        the times you’ve fallen before.

This time you’ve bound yourself tighter to the

         branch that held you dutifuly for a short spell.

Still sap seeps through my broken core

        as you fall lifelessly from this old tree.

Now all thats left as you wilt and desinigrate

        into this hot earth, remains…..to be seen.