The Way Things Were 1/11/2005

I remember being quite proud of this poem. I even had an awesome illustration to go with it.

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There I sat’ alone at the edge of the woods
A gentle breeze blew my hair and I was happy
Many thought me to be sad because I sat all alone
But they couldn’t see that I was happy
Because I liked it that way.

There I could think of many things
That others would think weird
Like what is the purpose of my being and
When is the end of forever.
I liked to think of the impossible mysteries
And I was happy
Because I liked it that way.

After many years had gone by,
The woods were cut down
And the breeze ceased to blow,
But I had my memories
And I continued to be happy
Because I had liked it that way.

The World was Deahtly Silent 1/8/05

I remember being proud of this back in the day as well. I wrote it while using the bathroom

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The silence was insufferable,
and nothing was heard.
And nothing seemed to move,
Not even the fluttering wings of a bird.

The clock seemed trapped at a minute to four,
no one had passed me by yet,
and as I walked shut were the doors,
and at the school the bell was silent.

Not a thing did move,
even the hands of the clock..
As I began to wonder if
I was the only living thing on the block.

On the playground, not a kid was there,
And at the lake, not a duck in sight.
I passed a bee upon a flower, he was deathly still,
And as I looked up, not a single bird in flight.

I began to run, someone had to be here,
But as I ran through the town,
In restaurants, in parks, in stores,
Not a single person was around.

The air was beginning to smell musty,
And not a car was upon the road.
I began to shiver in fear, something’s not right here,
As I began to sweat, I had a feeling of forebode.


I finally heard a faint bittersweet sound,
Like the ringing of a bell.
And as I turned and saw a black-hooded figure,
I then realized this was hell.