Poem Collection
This is a compilation of the rest of the poems I've written so far, minus a few that I can't find at the moment.  Hope you enjoy them!

"Dizziness in the Void"

Three bodies of mass
Spinning around my head
Soon I become dizzy,
And confusion is all I see.

On e mass I know very well,
As well as I know myself and my friend.
Another mass I also know,
But not as well
Just only as well as one knows
Of the people he knows about.
The third mass I know of too,
But not as much as the second
For I have known of it for only one year.

As the dizziness begins to ease,
Distress begins to settle in.
And with every day that passes
It digs in even more.

I must decide on one of these three masses,
But which shall I take?
I cannot make this choice, they must do it for me.
But if I do not choose, then I most certainly know
That I will forever be alone,
Within the cold, dark, lonely void of my soul.

 

 "That One Question..."

Why is it that I fear asking just one question?
Why is it that I believe that the worst will happen 
when I ask it?
Why is my self-confidence so low in this one 
subject?

I know the number
And I know the place.
I could leave a not,
But my fear overcomes me.

Next to me, behind me,
And twice before my eyes.
Four chances every week-day
To ask that simple question,
But again, fear overcomes me.

Every day my heart beats
As if it was the wings of a humming bird.
Yet every day I go home alone,
For I did not ask that six worded question.
I become deeply depressed, and become frustrated 
with myself.
And it is all because I am nothing...
Nothing but a coward.
"A Lonely Man Before Christmas"

A couple steps around the corner
Then it is suddenly Christmas.
But there is one thing left...
Just one more thing for me to do
Before I take these steps.

It is that one question... again.
Yes, I still have yet to ask it.
I know that if I ask it
My Christmas may be the best or one of the worst.
But if I don't
My Christmas will be amongst the worst.

So why do I still fear asking it,
Even when I know of the consequences?
Why am I still a coward?
Why do I still hide away my true feelings?

Someone please...
Please give me an answer!
Any answer will do!		 "My Only Wish"

I lie in my bed,
But I cannot sleep.
I close my eyes,
But I cannot sleep.
I change my position,
But still, I cannot sleep.

Every night I lie awake
Staring into a face, with a smile,
That has been engraved into my mind.
And as I stare at that face, and that smile,
I begin to wish that I could be with the owner of that 
face.
To be with her...
And to love her.

Then I begin to reflect on past experience,
And I begin to believe that I have no chance with her.
Even so, my wish remains with me:
To be with her... To love her...
And for her to return that love.
This is all that I yearn for.

(But I am a fool, an idiot.
I am irresponsible, and a klutz.
So how, in all the world, could I
Possibly deserve a woman such as herself?)

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