I wrote this one night, when it was really late. I was sad because I told the guy I liked that I'm gay, and he ran off and hasn't talked to me since.)
 
 

Hope

The hope 
That once lay in the core of my heart 
Is fading, dying 
The brilliant golden light of hope, 
Is leaving my heart, 
Withdrawing from my very soul. 
 
The world passes before me, 
Just as it always has, 
It has not changed, 
It is the same, 
I have changed, 
My life is becoming dark, 
Becoming murky, 
And all hope I have held in my heart, 
Is becoming a shadow. 
 
The light of hope, 
Is giving in, 
To the darkness 
Of worry and fear, 
Nothing can stop the light from dimming, 
It dims forever.
 

A poem by Donald in Edinburgh in Scotland

 After writing this and sending it to ChadzBoyz, i let my parents read my poem and i told them i was gay. They seem to be in denial just now but im sure they will come to accept it just as i
have. I would be honoured if you would host my poem and maybe one day it will inspire others to write their feelings down. Donald is 18.

 My life is a mess just now as i am discovering myself, i was going to write down what is making me so sad and it came out like this:
 

Im just going to write whats on my mind.
I'm searching for answers i cannot find.

i am alone, i feel so lonely.
My happiness fake, I am a phoney.

Of my hearts true feelings i wish i could speak.
The people will judge me, they'll call me a freak.

These feelings are ghosts that ever haunt me.
Powered by fear the people will taunt me.

No-one to turn to, No-one to tell.
No ray of light in this desolate hell.

The darkness it takes me,
At night i cry.
I look to the world,
My last Goodbye
 

Hi i wrote another poem and thought i should share it with you. This is a little more happier than my first one but with the same strong feelings.
I thought that you may also like to know that my parents are more accepting of me now and my life is getting much better. Thanks again for the support.Take Care. Donald
 

( I wrote this late one night, While thinking about everyhting.)

While I Lay There

Wide awake
In the dead of night
I look over
My clock reads twelve
While I lay there,
 
I wait for dreams to consume me,
But they never come
It won't keep quiet
It won't stop talking to me,
My mind never rests, even at night
While I lay there,
 
I wait for rest,
For my thoughts to gather,
To sort,
While I lay there,
 
I wait for the music
To stop playing
But the sound keeps coming,
From nowhere 
But the depths of my mind
While I lay there,
 
I wait for emotion
To quiet
Instead, it roars
With the anger and passion
From the earlier day
While I lay there,
 
I wait for my dreams
Of you to start,
With me and you, 
In a state of constant ecstasy,
While I lay there,
 
And I wonder
What you are waiting for,
While you lay there.
 

Poem by Anon in Phoenix Arizona

I'm 16 years old, from Arizona. I wrote this of course, after doing some math homework, and having a friend who I have crush on in mind. I was kind of sad I think because he sends me mixed signals, but he's an awesome person that contributes to my growth as an individual. I'm a mere poetaster I know, but I believe that although practice may not always make perfect, it sure can improve! This is obviously one of my first poems...

I speak my mind,
In variables
No scientist
Can solve
No mathematician
Will take interest
No author
Care to read

My heart, it forms equations.
Another here,
Another
You take,
And don't determine
The relationship

Tutor-
Integrate my soul,
Before I derive myself
Again and
Again
To nothing!
 

I WALKED ALONE...
I walked the streets alone and cold.
Wanted someone to hug me, Someone I could hold.
I walked the road alone and afraid.
Of what I had done. 'What had I just said?'.
I walked a path alone and confused.
My thoughts all spend, My feelings used.
I walked down a hall alone but true.
That's when I met friendship, That's when I met you.
 

Lonely

I gaze all around, it seems like me only;
I m surrounded by friends, yet I m still so lonely.
Every face becomes, a nameless blur,
While I wait for each tick of the clock to occur.

The painted on smiles, eyes turned away,
Just empty reflections, at the end of my day.
No use to look inward, to the ghost of my soul,
It s been drained of emotion, without any goal.

Pain on the rise, my tears are not loud,
I go unnoticed, in most any crowd.
So just walk on by, pretend I'm not there.
I'm used to it now, so why should you care.

But if your eyes, throw light at mine,
And if my smile, begins to shine,
Know the kindness you gave, to me only,
For that brief moment, consoled someone lonely.
 

From Brad Meyers, Florida.
I'm 16 and read the poems on your site. I wanted to send you one of mine. There are others of mine posted at
http://photos.yahoo.com/bc/to_shy2try
 

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