I was going through some old poems of mine....thought I'd share a couple. The first was actually a poem that I co-wrote with an old friend from a writing forum I used to post at (can't remember what the girl's penname was though). It was set in a letter correspondence between father and daughter (i wrote the daughter portion). Consistency with style was slightly lacking, but it was the overall feel/content we were going for, and it was fun to write. The second is a poem I wrote a loooong time ago that goes with the fall season that is upon us so i thought it would be fitting. Again a round formatting, but these were mostly earlier works...I may go and alter the second poem at some point in time but who knows...they will be part of my LARGE archiving project I still have yet to start working on again X_X So here ya go: Heart Chain Letters My little Katie Anne, I'm sorry for my indiscretions, To leave you all alone, To fend against the world's long lessons. My dearest father, What do you mean your sorry? Is that all you have to say> Do you know the damage that you've caused me? When you left me that fateful day. A part of me is forever missing. I mean to fill that gap, At least I want to make an attempt, I can't make you understand, But I will try to make a go at it. I have tried in so many vain endeavors, To finally find you with this letter. I don't know where to start or what to say, So I guess i end with this cliche. I do love you. You love me, then why give me up? I've cried myself to sleep so many nights, Wishing that you were here. Wondering why I wasn't good enough. Even as I write this the tears flow. How can I forgive you? I want to so much, but I can't, I won't bring myself to love you...yet. not until I know the truth. My little Katie Anne, I had hoped that as you blossomed into a woman, That you could understand, It wasn't you that wasn't good enough... It was me, Not yet a man. My distant father, As I grew up, you weren't there. It hurt inside, I told myself I hated you. But as I grew, I learned to accept things emptiness and all, but I suppose That I could give you another chance. Explain yourself more, so many questions. What drove you to abandon me? How much do you really love me? Will I ever get to meet you? Questions with answers I seek. Dearest Daughter Katie, I feel bad for all I did, And all I didn't do. If it hurt inside, and you need to cry, I didn't want it too. I am glad you grew, and that you'd do This kindness to your old man Even though, you don't even know Who I really am. I wasn't driven. I had no control. I was lost in a sea of drugs We had no cash, spent on stash, We never knew how to love On that night, I held you tight And silently I'd tear But I let go. Inside I know You wouldn't make it here I overdosed, I stepped to close To really seeing god When I awoke, my life a joke My happiness a fraud So I search for faith, and in god's grace I also searched for you. And now I see, you writing me And it breaks my heart in two Of course I'd meet, but wouldn't be Half the man I was. I'm afraid, what you might say But I'll meet you anywhere because. I love you. Tears brim my eyes, as I read Each letter that I receive, I wish to meet you so we can really talk Enclosed is my address. Stop by sometime. No promises that I will forgive, though. The past is the past, but I've come this far Sending lost wishes. Katie PS. It's been raining quite frequently So bring a coat and umbrella Leaves A cry from a bird and a flutter of wings AS the birds rush to the South's warm embrace. The days once so long, now shorten each day, And the temperature drops, oh so cold! The winds pick up and turn tan cheeks to red, The coldness nips at every limb. Brrr! How cold it is! The trees moan in the wind. With each gust they hold on to their leaves. The luscious green fades from the trees, Earthy colors replace the green. Browns, reds, oranges, yellows, How the trees try so hard to hang on. Their leaves are their children, a shelter, a cloak. But the autumn winds blow hard. Slowly the trees give in and let go of their cloak, A shower of leaves fall down, Until all that is left is a single leaved tree, And even that only has one leaf left to cling. A last powerful gust blasts its way by And the bond gives up its strength. As the last leaf flats down; slowly to the ground, Silence settles on the plain. All that's left, as one looks around, Are naked trees with their leaves on the ground. Fluttering in the brisk autumn wind.