Poetic Representation

WBS 1997 This is a poem I wrote when I took a creative writing class in high school. You kind of have to look beyond the words to figure out what it is saying. I have the feeling on ONEness I'm open, but there seems I won't be two I feel I'm ENOLA at times maybe I could be together with a new A feeling of eternal NSDSASE to live with me FOREVER But this EMOSOWT, I hope it won't be NEVER this NESSLONELI has captured me in a whole new Vision.

You can be blind by what you see or also deaf by what you hear and don't understand how trust could hide behind fear You can soar high but sway low you can stop now although you are able to go You can be touched but you are intangible you can speak, but you're dumb all feeling of you is there even though your body is numb you can love, but thyself you hate you can feel sleepy, but stay awake if you leave now, you'll be on time but stay a second late and be late you can be renown unto men or forgotten by the past there could be true feelings of happiness but joy doesn't last you can be poor, but also be very prosperous you can be strong, but very weak if you look inside your body your soul might have treasures there to keep you can see the colors of life though your mind dreams in shade visions of the mind to be made you have just begun, but didn't start you are alive, but really your dead your mind could be roaming somewhere but actually...

If time could repeat the past Would I want it to be changed? Would I alter my existing future? Or allow everything to remain the same? Would I go back a few days? Or go back to my early years? Would I be able to stop the pain? Or would I just have to endure with tears? If I could go back to my birth Would I be able to find you? Would my life be mark for disaster? Or would it be a better new? Would I feel a missing piece? Or would I feel all the same? Would I want to mend, What lies in forever and always? WBS 1995

My life was flowing to a certain tune Then I met this stranger All of my likes and dislikes were at question This stranger opened my eyes My friends slipped into the role of an acquaintance While all along this stranger was taking position How can a stranger bring feelings of such desire? This stranger began to answer many questions In which I could not answer When this stranger kissed the core of my vessel I knew that this stranger was special It brought on emotions of joy and happiness This stranger was all along LOVE.