Tuesday, September 19, 2006

my eyes are always open

(this is a poem that I wrote in high school. I have no idea what it means or what I was thinking. It just goes to show you how much you change over the years)

my eyes are open yet I am tired
everything fades away into the clear blue darkness that they call dreams
I could live there forever for it is here that I am safe
everyone has their own guardian angel here
everything slowly fades away into the eye of a good friend
and we dressed alike today
I start to cry and my tears begin to shatter into grains of glass that my angel needs to walk on
next thing you know, she is crying too
I wish to reach out and give her a hug but it's too late
she is already out dancing on her wounded feet yet having a good time
I envy her for her courage and try to become more like her
he walks up to her and she quickly walks away without looking back
because that would be cheating
we all have flaws here
the darkness begins to fade into light
yet my eyes are still open
and I hate it here too


Flannery Alden said...

Oooh...chock full o'angst! Sounds exactly like my high school experience.

dirty said...

I was too complex for my own good...

Doc said...

Dear Sir,
A noble offering and I am so glad you have decided to join us here. I've been reading your stuff over Flannery's shoulder for some time now, but have never gotten around to saying anything. I look forward to reading ANYTHING you have to say, and as far as stuff I wrote in high school, it wasn't on par with this. Good Job!


dirty said...


Much thanks. Flannery is splendid herself! I have a lot to say...some people say I talk to much so I hope you have a lot of time on your hands :o)

Doc said...

By the way, exscuse the Dear Sir label. My mistake. Welcome Ms. Dirty

Doc said...

Not to be lewd, but those are some racy looking underware on your avatar. That exsplains all the kids. I'm a stay at home dad, so I don't get out much either.

dirty said...

Racy indeed...I try to live life on the edge...although that isn't a picture of my actual undies...I have several non-identical twins :o)