Lost

looking 'round, where am I?
I'm nowhere to be found
Help me find light
Help me find love
Help me find life

On My Own

 I wrote this one back in 88 I think it was. It was after my mother and I moved back here from Chicago and my brother was allowed to stay behind in the house to graduate with his class. But then something happened causing my mother to have to go back to Chicago to get him. This was written to reflect what I thought he felt.

         On My Own

Feeling stranded, left all alone

Did she abandon her heart and soul

She left me here to struggle,

to struggle on my own

Why'd she leave me all alone

come back, I'm drowning

this large world is too big

All I eat are brownies

I'm skinny as a twig

Tiger

The funny thing about this poem is I didn't lose anyone. I am not really sure anymore what inspired this poem. I was about 14 when I write it and having a very bad emotional time though. ( Don't most teenagers)
  Tiger

I was born as a little tiger

and then I grew into what I am

a ferocious beast killing more and more

for food and life and a long lost love

He came to my rescue on that special day

and decided my life was more important than his

His life was taken and now I'll be

hunting for someone, hope it's not thee

cause if it is

it's not for long

cause I'm a whiz with your death song

Confused

I feel something when I hear your name

that I've never felt before

is it my mind trying to play a game

or is it love forever more

I hear your name and start to cry

and then I smile full of pride

can't you see I don't know why

so I turn away and hide

Questions

What do you when all your dreams tumble?

What do you do when pain strikes again and over?

What do you do when there's no one to turn to?

All you can do is look at the world and smile.

Horses

This poem was the first one I had ever written. I was around 9 years of age. It's funny how I got started writing poetry. My mother handed me a book and had to pick a poem from it, any poem, to memorize. Of course I picked the shortest one, The Animal Fair. I still remember it to this day. Anyway, I loved my mother and knew she loved horses, so this is what I wrote:

Horses

Horses run swiftly

in the brown sand

horses are nifty

boy isn't it grand

Horses are pretty

horses are clever

horses are different

one from another