Here are some poems from back in college when I was feeling pretty confused and frustrated... just fun to share thats all:)

Some Poems from my confused days in college... nice to know I am not in that stage anymore:)!!

I try to inhale but all I feel is a lump in my throat
The tears roll down my face, some may ask why...
How can I answer when I am searching for the answer myself
Myself... whoever that may be...
I feel a constant weight upon my shoulders and my chest, making it difficult to breathe
What can I do for everyone else?
Everyone but me..
When will I permit myself to live for me?
What will it take?
I know in my heart what I need to do, but my mind is putting my action to a dead stop
I feel regret, I feel anger
Regret at things I've done, and also things I have not
Anger at the world and the disaster and hatred that underlies its beauty...
Anger at myself
For not changing what needs to be changed.
At times I feel sparks of energy zip through me and ideas fill my mind about things to do
for me, my loved ones, and my future
But for some reason I shove those ideas away and proceed to do whatever meaningless
activity I am pretending to enjoy doing to keep myself busy
Busy from thinking... busy from myself
After igonoring myself and my needs for a time, the cycle continues
I've been strong throughout my life, even when I felt my knees would buckle and I would
fall to the ground due to my inner weakness pushing through my weak strength
Our fate is our mentality and our decisions
I can no longer sit back and expect my life to happen for me and around me regardless of
what I feel about it
Why do I write what I write and say what I say?
What do these words mean when I myself find no meaning in them
How many times can I feel sorry for myself with no real reason behind my sadness
I look elsewhere for answers,
I need to look to myself...
I only hold the answers.

(Wow! I was in a slump back then... don't worry Im not anymore:) I've come a long way baby!!!)

Honeslty, I don't have a clue why I am sharing these...

Ok, here we go.. here is another one from the dark ages...

Rolling, tossing.. my body cannot sleep
Questioning pondering... my mind cannot sleep
Unknown energy fills my fingertips and toes
I breathe in slowly... in with my mouth... out with my nose
What is the cause of my frustration
Is this confusion and insomnia some sort of obligation?
I feel my soul desperatly wanting to be heard
But the messages come out quietly and blurred
Am I truly the only one who hears...
My thoughts, hopes, dreams, and my fears?
I will not rest until I am understood and understand
I wish to be on a far and distant land
But will I escape this prison in my head
No, not until my soul speaks and my mind is read
What is left for me to do
Besides discover what is real and true
Again... I will try to sleep
If not my soul... my body may sleep.

(I wrote that one in '98 :)

More from the dark ages... (which really weren't dark.. I was just confused.) Don't worry I had a great upbringing! :)

Tears

Fall from my face
Fall at a rapid pace
Roll down my cheek
Roll for nearly a week
Fill my eyes
Fill my heart with feelings I despise
Blur my vision
Blur my decision
Carry me away in infinite sadness
Carry me away into total madness

(Again, don't worry these are old.. I am good!! :)