LIFE'S LITTLE QUESTIONS

Some day when I'm old
Will you leave me alone and lonely?
When the time comes
And Jesus calls me home
Will you be there holding my hand as I go?

When I get to heaven
Will God be there to greet me?
Will he give me a pair of wings
So that I can fly?

Can I touch the stars?
Will I see your face again?

Some believe in destiny.
Others believe in Fate.
But do they exists?

Why am I dying to live?
I mean I'm living just to die
Right?

I feel that you where trying to be deep with the poem... And the only part I found to be deep and touching was the last part. You might want to try rewording things.

*Smiles warmly* Keep up the hard work... Talking about life is a hard thing to do

When I think It's into nothingness...My mind swirls in a cloud of fogginess...I forget about time and space...they mean nothing to me...nothing matters when I'm not talking to you...when we aren't happy...It's like I'm being plunged into icy water and I can't breath...you are my oxygen...My life...My love...My everything...Without you I'm only half of a whole.

How can a half of anything survive...It Cannot...Without you by my side I fear the worst...If I can not see you...be near you...hold you...Love you...The I fear all is lost...Being only a half can mean terrible things...unless you are strong...If you have the right amout of strength you can do anything...I know I hvae that strength but do not wish to use it...because if I had to use it that would mean I'd lost you...and you...you are my everything...my world...my universe...the very thing that keeps my heart beating...and I love you more than life...more than death...more than anyone can understand...

When I wrote poetry I too forgot all about the English rules in writing

I don't like the restriction of all the rule so sometimes i just forget about them. I mean poetry is supposed to be about expressing yourself. How are you suppose to express yourself if you have all these rules about the way in which you do it?

Trapped

I feel like i'm drowning.
Hopelessly strugglingagainst all odds to succeed.
With no where to go,
I'm stuck in a real tight spot.
NO way out.
Screaming and Yelling for help,
But getting no reply.
Complete nothingness.
Black, pitch black.
Total darkness.
Trapped!
Nothing you or anyone can do.
No hope in escaping.
Stuck with no chance for survival.
running, screaming down every hall.
Trying to find a way out.
But I can't because I'm trapped inside my mind,
Protected by my heart,
And I've past the point of no return...


A WINTERS NIGHT

Softness.
The snow settles on the ground.
It nestles close to the earth,
Like a young child to their mother.
I gaze out across this vast landscape of white.
This is perfection.
Nature at its finest.
I turn my head as A frozen crystal catches the light of the rising moon.
It breaks over the crest of the hill,
And I am blinded by its reflection on a thousand tiny flakes.
Far off in the distance a wold howls long and slow.
I turn and head for home,
Following the green light that dances in the air.
Softly I whisper goodnight,
To the peaceful snow and quiet moonlight.


THREE WORDS

Could three words be the end to births?
Only meaning when they flow like water.
Will you let them scrape your heart?

The wind, it speaks your name.
So I can only sleep when the air is calm
Because it sends chills down my spine to think of you,
And to think of those three words.

Could three words be the end to births?
Only meaning when they flow like water.
Will you let them scrape your heart?

Your voice is as beautiful as the sound of waves
Crashing against my heart.
I try and count the grains of sand but there are to many,
And they slip through my fingers.
But I know that those three words amount to more than all the sand in the universe.

Could three words be the end to births?
Only meaning when they flow like water.
Will you let them scrape your heart?

Love is as vital to life as blood is to the tender hearted.
How can one survive without those three little words.
I Love You.
I Love You more than you will ever know
And that keeps me gripping to this fragile life.

Could three words be the end to births?
Only meaning when they flow like water.
Will you let them scrape your heart?