Poems that I wished had never been published, but were anyway.
From a distance I glance,
I can’t help but to stare,
I’m life-less in a trance,
As wind blows through her hair.
She’s a dove in the sky,
A fine gem in the snow,
How I don’t like to spy,
But I do even though.
Her eyes let out a smile,
But at whom does she see,
She sits still for a while,
Then she looks straight at me —
Could we be together?
Laying in bed, watching the clock,
I adjust my pillow, kick off my socks,
Bury my head, turn on the fan,
Get out of bed, gotta go to the can,
Turn on the TV, pop in a movie,
Crank the fan higher, maybe the breeze will soothe me,
Pull up the covers, turn off the TV,
I start thinking of Christ and what he wants me to be,
I might think of a girl, could it be her and me,
But my negative thinking blocks whatever I see.