Were You There?Were you there the day the shots were fired,
Like the lightening bolts which shattered?
I was there, I watched it all,
Like a prisoner in a tower.
The bullets were like the
ceasing smell of a rose so sweet
I never got to know.
The streets were empty
Like their hearts, they'll never learn to love
They fought like monsters,
I saw them ruin me.
They were like nightmares,
They'd eventually go away.
Yet I was wrong like you
My nightmare is still here
Like the darkness on the night
Let me cry
Like the angels did that day
Let me be alone
Like the bullet shell on the ground
Are you there?
Your heart is as cold as theirs.
The Best Sonnet EverI pick up this pencil, once upon a time,
to write a poem or story,
but my problem is, I find it hard to rhyme,
and show a poem in all its glory.
This pencil tells you of thoughts and work,
it is old and gnawed on -
I suppose snacking on it is a quirk -
when will I get my next idea, maybe the next eon.
And what is this?
I seem to have been rhyming after all.
How could I be so amiss?
My lies in my head have grown so tall.
So I shall never again have doubt,
For here come my rhymes, out and out.