Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Poems (i thought u might like them)
I’ve Lost you
By: Kathryn M. Evans

I’ve lost you out somewhere to day
But I keep searching for you
But there's no ware you can be found
But I keep searching anyway
I search and search
But can not find
The one I truly want to find
And so I say good bye
Good bye to all
Good bye.
Good bye.
Good bye.

What’s Reality?
By: Kathryn M. Evans

And what’s left for reality
Nothing but you and me
I don’t know how it all will end
But I’ll still be with you my friend

Voices screaming in my head
My mom yelling “Just go to bed!”
Reality, it’s such a shame
We all just have to play this game

There’s not much left of reality
All I see is you and me
I guess this is how it ends
But we’re still here with all our friends


Love
By: Kathryn M. Evans

Every morning when you say
“Good morning“, joy fills me

Every day when you say
“Good bye“, pain sickens me

How can you fill me with
So much joy and cause me
So much pain at the
Same time?

You should be the one
To answer that.

The Setting Sun
By: Kathryn M. Evans

I can see the sun setting, setting on us
Orange, Red, Pink, And blue
I can see the sun setting, setting on us
And I hang my head in the rainbow of life

Music
By: Kathryn M. Evans

Drumming in your ears
The rush of lyrics
Influences
Steady and even beat
Catchy thyme that gets stuck in your head for hours on end
Smooth guitar solo
Head banging rhythm
Crescendo
Decrescendo
Whammy bar
Notes
Toe tapping beat
Techno motions
All in all, it all adds up to one thing
Music

Weather
By: Kathryn M. Evans

Winds gushing around my lithe form
The downpour of the God’s sadness
Shivering from the form of another casting their hatred over me
Burning under the gazes of a celestial star
Freezing from the cold fury of the ones who truly hate you
Shining after a long time in the darkness
Glowing after the downpour of sadness
Changing as time moves on
Moving on, but always staying the same

“It’s Saturday”
By: Kathryn M. Evans

Lugging home a 500 lb. book bag full of useless things just to take up your time
Working your butt off for 5 hours straight just to get it all done
Dragging yourself over to the computer to check the mail
Talking for 3 and ½ more hours just because you feel like it
Being called out to dinner with the family
Food
Rushing back to your room to play games on your PS2
Beating your high score but continuing to play
Finally shutting everything down and hitting the sack
Tossing and turning in your bed because you forgot some part of homework
Waking up at 3 am to use the bathroom
Going back to bed but finding you can’t get back to sleep
After a ½ an hour of tossing and turning being finally able to get back to sleep
Waking up at 7 am and finding you’re going to miss the buss
Rushing to get outside with the 500 lb. Book bag on your back
Standing at the corner for 15 minuets waiting for the buss
Your neighbor asking you “why are you standing on the corner this early in the morning”
Telling them your buss is late
Finally figuring out the buss isn’t coming
Going back inside and making a crater in the floor as you drop your useless knowledge
Falling back into bed and muttering to yourself
“It’s Saturday.”

 Life Goes On
By: Kathryn M. Evans

Life Goes on
Going out with my best friend
Going out with my x-boyfriend
Back stabbers
Betrayers
Anger swelling within me
Fury rushing in my blood
Hatred
Anguish
Pain
Being betrayed like this is worse then death itself
The low-life thinks he knows
But he doesn’t
And neither does she
Both of them are clueless
They don’t know what I’ve been through
They don’t know what love is
And so, life goes on
Betrayal
Hatred
Anguish
And fake love
Life goes on

Turning of Time
By: Kathryn M. Evans

One spin of the hour-glass. Two. Three. Four. On and on.
I lost count after six. I did not know what was going to happen.
All I could do was stair at the slowly spinning gold and sand.

Then it stopped. I blinked as it began to spin again, quicker.
It hummed, whistled, and made all sorts of other noises in which I could not describe.
The sounds it made were distracting, as so in such a way that I did not notice the things around me.
Everything was dissipating around me. Moving. Going backwards. All in one word time was rewinding.

Everything was moving backwards. First a minute or two, then several minuets, and then hours at a time.
I tried to grab onto something, to get something to stop for me. But as I grabbed on, I passed through it.
It was if I was a phantom in my own body and everything around me was unattainable.
Finally things began to slow down. It ended not soon enough and in another sense, all to quickly.

I grabbed onto the first solid thing there was.
It turned out to be not as good a thing to grab as I initially thought.
Instead of hanging off of a table or desk or even a chair, I was hanging onto “him“.
I tried to run, but he latched onto me as I had fallen and he was holding me up.
I stared up into his face and his eyes held a mischievous glair to them and a wicked smile played on his lips.
I was routed to the ground as if my feet had just suddenly decided they were plants and wouldn’t move.
I tried to speak but all that came out were mumbles and incomplete sentences, fragments.
So now I knew I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t move. There was only one thing left to do. And I did.
I fainted.

When I awoke, I was no longer ware I was before. I was surrounded by fog and mist. It didn’t make sense.
I felt beneath me and I was lain down on a bed. Now it made perfect sense. I was in his chambers.
The way in which his room was decorated, it didn’t fit his normal persona. It was calmer and more peaceful.
Not at all the angry, aggressive man I knew.
But then again it suited him in a way I could not put my thoughts on.
He was distraught with work and had a quiet demeanor at points and times. He still puzzled me.
Despite the fact that I’ve known him for the past seven years he still puzzles me. It’s surprising.
I did not want to get out of that warm and comforting bed.
And so I didn’t.
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