Are You Everything You Wanted Tonight? (A Song)
To Laura Albert
For a couple of years we were friends together.
But now you've gone from your school,
Are you everything you wanted tonight?
Now you're all dressed up in a pretty little box;
Are you everything you wanted tonight?
Now I see ya standin';
'Cause you're in another world now;
Are you everything you wanted tonight?
Are you everything you wanted tonight?
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A lonely diner, on a lonely old highway. This poem is copyrighted 1982. It may not be reproduced or published in any form, including but not limited to anthologies, CD ROM, periodicals, and/or newspapers without the express written consent of the author. It may be used by individual instructors for limited classroom use. As a courtesy, instructors should e-mail the author decribing how and in what context it was used.
A Wasteful Time
A twisted mass of metal and flesh,
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The aloneness building inside me. This poem is copyrighted 1983. It may not be reproduced or published in any form, including but not limited to anthologies, CD ROM, periodicals, and/or newspapers without the express written consent of the author. It may be used by individual instructors for limited classroom use. As a courtesy, instructors should e-mail the author decribing how and in what context it was used.
One hand, This poem is copyrighted 1983. It may not be reproduced or published in any form, including but not limited to anthologies, CD ROM, periodicals, and/or newspapers without the express written consent of the author. It may be used by individual instructors for limited classroom use. As a courtesy, instructors should e-mail the author decribing how and in what context it was used.
The Walk
Across the desert he walks,
His hurt propels him through the forces of nature,
His footsteps are behind him,
Slower and slower he crossed the barren land,
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They've gone into the world now,
Where is all the laughter,
And where, I ask, is the future,
These dreams and these memories,
To have these dreams in our childhood,
But all they are, are dreams,
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This poem is copyrighted 1983. It may not be reproduced or published in any form, including but not limited to anthologies, CD ROM, periodicals, and/or newspapers without the express written consent of the author. It may be used by individual instructors for limited classroom use. As a courtesy, instructors should e-mail the author decribing how and in what context it was used.
Your eyes filled with a joy that is all that I wished,
Your red-rose corsage placed on your wrist,
Our love how it soars up to the sky,
But for all that it's worth,
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(Living all the way)
We knew it would have to end.
(Some uncertain day)
And you've gone from your friends,
And I keep thinking,
"Could this be the end?"
Why must it hurt?
You're leavin' today.
And no one cries,
Though you've gone away
Are you happy, is everything alright?
You strayed from the norm'
Into a storm
Never to return..........
'Til the final day.
But where you're going they don't wear sox.
You're never going back, it's final now!
You wanna turn back, but you don't know how.
You only have memories of how it used to be,
They tried to tell you, but you just couldn't see.
Are you happy, is everything alright?
You strayed from the norm'
Into a storm
Never to return..........
'Til the final day.
You're standin' in the rain.
And I see ya cryin';
You're cryin' for the pain.
You made your choice that day.
And you would gladly trade it back,
If there was just some way.
Are you happy, is everything alright?
You strayed from the norm'
Into a storm
Never to return..........
'Til the final day.
Are you happy, is everything alright?
You strayed from the norm'
Into a storm
Never to return..........
'Til the final day.
The Diner
Nary a customer, neither night nor day.
An old worn out waitress,
in a faded old dress.
A customer wanting but coffee,
with no one special to impress.
A truck parked under a neon sign,
Blinking, "COME IN", "SIT DOWN AND DINE."
Hamburgers, coke and tempting delights,
but nary a customer comes day or night,
To the lonely old diner,
on the lonely old highway,
with the old worn out waitress,
in the faded old dress.
a broken fence, a flattened sign.
A life taken in a time of happiness,
taken at the loneliest time.
A time when nothing seemed to matter;
He chose just not to care.
He saw the sign, he saw the fence,
he saw them, he was there.
But he drove on in with only one
thought upon his mind.
He sought a life of happiness,
a solitude he hoped to find.
Though it was termed an accident,
it was well planned he knew.
Now he has his solitude,
but from a lower view.
His home is lined with silk,
a pillow beneath his head.
He'd reached his only goal in life,
he wanted just to be dead.
Without Help
I cry tears,
But no one is to see them.
There is no one within' reach,
no one who can be the support,
the support one must have to survive.
Hands Of Love
Two hands,
One kiss,
One love,
One death,
One hand.
without knowledge of his destination.
He walks through the sand and the heat,
with one sole motivation.
walking on into the tombs of old.
Taking the course a man must take,
when he can no longer be brave or bold.
for miles and miles on end.
He could turn and go to whence he came,
but he cannot without a friend.
until at last he stopped.
And died in the barren wasteland,
where finally, alone, he had dropped.
The Dream Fades
Where are all the friends,
friends from days gone by?
Together we would laugh,
together we would cry.
they've gone their separate ways.
Their paths have all grown fainter,
and distant through the days.
we had when we were young?
Where are all the dreams,
this life was not among?
our parents used to say,
would make us happy forever,
until our dying day?
are trapped within the past.
Though we know we're not the first,
and we know we're not the last.
of how we wish things to be,
when we are older and wiser,
out on our own and free.
and that's all they ever will be,
for we are no longer young,
and we are no longer free.
Listen To Me
"You ignore me," She screams, as he slams down the phone.
And all that I ask is for us to be alone.
Instead of surrounded constantly by all,
people fill the room, and people fill the hall.
You will not talk to and you will not hold me,
and you continue to say that you want to be
special, but only alone not with friends,
but we're never alone; The togetherness never ends.
And we grow from each other, apart far and wide,
yet we never stray from each other's side.
So alone now we are, though in mass do we stay.
No longer together, no longer the way,
we were once together, a long time ago,
when we had just begun and now do we know,
that we gave up a special relationship that has died,
for some friendships that have now been denied.
So alone now you stand, in a world full of crying,
of people still living, and people still trying,
for the love that was lost to a group and not one,
a love that was lost for a short time of fun.
Poetry For The Prom
The night seems to last forever and a day,
I hold you in my arms so tight.
So scared that tomorrow will not be the same,
as it is as we dance through the night.
your smile so big and so bright.
You standing there in your white lace dress,
and together we dance through the night.
our feelings so strong and so right.
We move to the music, we know it is ours,
and still do we dance through the night.
soaring as high as a kite.
The music will come to an end,
an end to the dance that's so right.
we've no worries in sight.
For tomorrow may be different,
but we've got tonight.