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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 21
Sign: Pisces

State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/16/2005

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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Poem 3

This next one i finished two nights ago. its about two teens a boy and a girl who have grown up together and have been the best of friends for all their lives. however, the boy has strong feelings for the girl, and does not know how she feels about him. he feels she only wants to stay friends.

Love
By Darren J. Miles

Love can help one express the heart
But I don't know how to tell her how much I love her, and how I never want to be apart
I want to sum it all up in one simple phrase
Maybe I'll tell her "I love you 'till the end of my days"
But whatever I tell her, it won't change her mind
She has love in her heart, but it's nothing like mine
Every day we sit and talk, and take long walks around the block
We've made paper airplanes; we've dug in the sand
We've grown up together, and we've even held hands
I want to whisper to her in the softest voice, that my love for her is not by choice
My feelings for her; I wish they could end
No matter what I do, she sees me as a friend
No matter how much I try, how much I burn
She will never, ever, love me in return
I wonder if she ever notices my love
From the beat of my heart, as we stare at stars above
Every time I'm with her, I can't catch my breath
And my heart feels like it could jump right out of my chest
I can't hide what I feel or make it cease to be
Love is a cruel joke being played on me
These feelings I have keep growing stronger and stronger
I have to tell her; I can't take this any longer
So the next time I saw her, I poured out all that I was feeling
She gave a long sigh, and looked at the ceiling
She then stood in silence with out a reply
Then I started out the door and began to cry
I didn't get too far before I felt an embrace from behind
I swung around to look, and she placed her hand in mine
She asked me if I remembered the first time we did this
"We were little…", I started, then I was cut short by her kiss
Now gazing in my eyes, she whispered my name
"Ever since that day, I've always felt the same"

11:42 PM

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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Poem 2
Category: Writing and Poetry

This one is about a man who has it all, good health, much wealth, you name it, but he is not happy. classic case of a rich man's heart. its based on my observations on how all that human beings want is happiness. even believers and christians. i noticed that they only go to God, when they want something from Him. like happiness.

A Boy in the Park, a Man in the Dark

By Darren J. Miles

One Saturday, I looked out my window
I closed my book, and continued to look
And my thoughts began to flow

I saw a young boy playing in the park
And he continued to play even after dark

He played in sand, had toys in his hand
He opened his mouth and gave a small shout

He pretended he was a soldier fighting the enemy
Then he was a doctor with the perfect cold remedy
Then he was a vet, helping a sick pooch
Then he was a dentist, pulling a bad tooth

He was happy, he was free
His face was so full of glee

He played and played until he looked up at the sky
Then he reached his little hands up real high
Then he was a spaceman floating above all
Then he was a star that began to fall

He landed back on the playground and played on the swings
Then he looked down the street, and he looked right at me

Then he was a man, 32 years old
A man who's heart had grown so very cold
He had everything a man could have desired,
But his body was sore and his mind was tired

Despite his wealth, he had no happiness, no joy
He wasn't happy and free like he was as a boy

I thought back when sandboxes and swings were all that I needed
I let out a sigh, "Dear God," I pleaded
"How can I be happy, happy and free?"
With my head tilted back, my lungs excreted a scream
Then I turned to the window and noticed something

The boy had vanished, the park was empty

The park was my heart, so empty, so dark
Void of joy's fire or even a spark

I stared out the window for one last look
Then without any thought, I returned to my book