Old Poems.

I started to write as a way of expressing emotions I found unfathomable--emotions that I found I needed to release in the hardest days of my life. I thought I'd take this chance to make a tribute to some of my first poems back when I was in grade ten, dealing with the death of beloved Marissa.

The Power of I Love You

Did you ever say I love you?
As the breeze carried your words away...
Did you feel them as they lingered,
Then slowly drifted on their way?

Did they journey a ways, searching for,
The distant love, you long to find,
You miss her, she's listening,
From words from heart and mind.

Did you ever hear I love you?
As the wind blew through the trees,
Closed your eyes and felt her again,
As they came quietly in the breeze.

Did you ever say I love you?
And hear it in return,
Feeling your lost one beside you,
And the tears within you burn...

Did you ever see I love you?
Floating quietly to you with ease,
She's gone from sight, but not from mind,
As she whispers, I love you in the breeze...

Please, Please Tell Me You’re Still Proud…

As gentle winds sweep away the days,
I look back through life’s haze,
Remembering smiles, laughter and friends,
In a child like gaze, that never ends…
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall always be a memory to attach,
To innocence in youthful eyes,
The bliss of friendship is a true surprise.

I recall the bad days when I was a wreck,
Who picked me up and said, “What the heck?”
Convinced me to give one more try,
With hands steady…I forgot to cry.
Just the joy in knowing she was there,
Making her proud was my only care.
There was nothing I couldn’t do,
My heart held fast, for I knew it true.

Through early teenage years that were rough,
She and I had no fear, for in each other we were tough.
She taught me to defend what’s right,
And to never start a careless fight…
So I learned through her a way to stand,
Still, with each fright, I found her hand,
Drawing from her this inner strength,
And a stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
It was if I’d blinked and you were gone…
I found myself facing the sun,
No longer a pair, but as just one…
Eyes blinded by the void inside,
I could no longer live, for you have died,
Alas finding it to be true…
I was nothing without you.

Today, just now, hear my call—
I’m sorry that I can’t stand tall,
I’m tired of falling, my knees are skinned,
My emotions—undisciplined.
I can’t get up, despite I try,
All I can do is cry,
And though I can’t fight what I can’t see…
Please, please, tell me you’re still proud of me.