Doors that open, Doors that close, What's in it for me, Besides what was? I look for sympathy, I get rejection. I look for love, I get hate. What goes around, Does not come around. I see my suicide, And the memories up to my death. Agony and pain, Dreams and fantasies. How sad things can be, Turning pages of memories, Seeing a decade of depression. Where's my flower of life? Looking back seeing these lines I've written, I'm now writing them anew. All above has been written dating 10 years, From the first poem to now, To the lines following this. I've had a best friend or two, Only to diminish and take separate paths. A couple dedications and loves, Of hopefuls and unknowns, And bitter breakups. The feeling of death, Crossed my body on many occasions. I have breathed slowly, In bad trips and drugged out. Massive confusion, Sharing darkest feelings, Lighting fires in my heart, Turning their pages over. Looking at the future lying ahead, Is still much in wonder. Wind has blown in my face as I stare, Looking for one's who send caring glares. I dream of the unknown, Often feeling life is a book on a shelf. Are we in the mass we stand, Or another dream being dreamed? History tends to repeat itself. Impossible is just things not yet seen, So why believe words of lies? I look upon my heart, Any my chosen paths, But hurt is forced upon me. In wonder of this world under ice, And history burning to dust, There is invasion of beliefs, And people frozen in time. Their are days of endurance, Chapters lost and chapters gained. Wonders of beneath my remains, Ceremonies and funeral cries. As each year rolls by, My life turns when I stare. I must believe in myself, In my soul, the parts no one can touch, If I am to survive. I come upon the poem "Who Cares" And wonder if anyone has cared this far to read. Doesn't matter too much to me, But somewhere inside it does... Because this is my medley. Moving on... Their are whispers in the dark, Chariots of fire, prayers, a smile, Common feelings, And some things new. Their is between dreams, A sight, a peak, Life ponderings and becomings, Victimized feelings, cosmic, and what's real. Their are continuing thoughts, New beginnings, changes, waking up, riddles, Relief, tests of time, dream girls, Conditions and mis-spellings, A story, inspirations, feelings from the heart, Everything is what I saw, an opinion, But all definitely are from the heart. If you've read this far, You're a witness to my heart. This is a medley of 10 years of my heart, Various poems and various lines. c. 2007
great writing. Honest and insightful. By the way, I'm still reading your epic. I haven't forgotten. Peace, Aidan
