YAY!

Hey guess what?  I got three poems published!  WOW totally excited…  No one else is though. here are the poems

Poetry

Many of the things I do, I don’t understand.
It’s almost like a lover who watches as they cut the life out of their body.
Things have s way of sneaking up on me, and I don’t know who to turn to.
Running to a parent seems like a good thing, until I remember that in telling them, I would break their hearts.
So, through the years, I’ve kept it all inside, only letting paper know who I really am.
Sometimes, I wonder what it would say to me, the paper, if it could talk.
Would it tell me that how utterly pathetic I am? How much of a waste of life?
Would it tell me to stop writing about suicide? Just go do it?
But, poetry is my one outlet. In my poems I can dream, and no one can tell me no.
Poetry is my life, yes, it saved me many times.
Now I find my words all disappearing. A soul gone to rest.
Please come back to me. I need you.
…I… need… you…

Midst of the Night

What goes on in the midst of Night
When Sun’s gone off on His nightly flight?
The Moon is full
And all now sleep
Except for those who nightly creep
Through the window in your room
Sneaking in as if a Tomb
Hoping that there’s no one there
So they may go without a care
Through the window in your room
First you see and then you swoon
Running, Pounding through the Night
Try for Flight without a Fight
Screaming, Crying they found you there
And drag you back home by your hair
Laughing, Gawking, Death comes quick
In a Pit of Pointed Sticks

Sweet Surrender

The day runs into the night
And in the darkness I can hide
Searching for that sweet surrender
That only death can bring
That sweet surrender of body and soul
To the one who lives below?
The night runs into day
And the only way you can tell I’ve gone
Are the bones that lie on the grass
Beneath you feet.

Yep my is a published poet!!  WHoot!