I'm so upset. I want to post my poems on here, but I cannot find the box which contained all my poems plus a poem book that I had printed up back in '93. That box contains my life, man! And I don't remember any of them on my own, damnit. *sigh*

Well, here's two for now...I may have posted them on an old blog...but here they are again... (And don't steal them, either!) :-)

ALONE

Can anyone hear me screaming?
Does anyone notice the tears?
Feel the wind rush by as I'm running,
running from all my fears?

Does anyone see me falling?
Does anyone notice I'm gone?
How can you see me behind this mask
where I've been hiding for so long?

I look around and I'm lost,
All this chaos is driving me mad,
There's nobody here that I recognize,
Gone is everything I once had.

Blindfolded looking for truth,
Walking backwards into the night,
Smashing mirrors of my true self,
Afraid to look into the light.

Alone with no one to talk to,
In the cold with no way to keep warm,
I feel my soul slowly fading away,
Is there anything worth fighting for anymore?

Tell me you see me, tell me you care
Touch me and heal me, I don't want to be there.

Tell me you love me, tell me you see
Don't leave me alone, I want to continue to be.

Please don't leave me-

Alone

copyright 2004 mikal mullaly


YOUR LIFE


So she asked if I’m happy with my life,
and I know where I am and I like it...
it’s not too often you get a clear view of your mind
when the world is aligned and your eyes see her beauty...

Now follow me down
to the well of disbelieving
and look inside your own life, it’s deceiving...
bring up the pale but leave the web you’ve been weaving
‘cause it’s your life now and like a book you keep reading...
to discover yourself you’re hell bent on never leaving
but you know it’s not real, it’s not water,
you’re bleeding...

And so I tell her I know where I’m going to be,
and I know who I am and I’ll get there...
and I won’t come undone when my fears overtake me
she sees the world in my eyes and to them she is my beauty...

Now follow me down
to the well of disbelieving,
and look inside your own life, you’re only dreaming...
of a world you’ve made caught in the web you’ve been weaving
but it’s your life now, you’re the book they’ve been reading
to discover the lie about the truth you’re deceiving,
and you know it’s not real, it’s not right
you're still bleeding...

you’re only dreaming of the truth,
but it’s a lie,
you're still bleeding
______________________
You’re Life
copyright 2004 mikal mullaly