The majority of the poems within this anthology have titles, however there are one or two that do not. Between 1991 and 1996, I wrote approximately 37 poems. I have kept the poems for all of these years in a notebook that I purchased from The Body Shop.
Untitled (1) – November 22nd 1994
He’s leaving and there’s nothing I can do
to stop him from going.
If leaving makes him happy, then fine.
There’s just nothing that I can do
I’ll think of him always
Every night and every day
I’ll dream of him always
Wishing that he will stay –
But he won’t –
And I’m the fool to think that he will.
Untitled (2) – November 20th 1994
How happy am I when I see his face,
It’s like I’m walking on cloud nine;
Whenever her says hello to me,
The stars in the sky explode
and fill me with joy,
Whenever he glances my way.
I long to tell him
How much he means to me,
And how good it feels inside
To have him near.
I want to talk to him,
Yet I can’t find the words
That I need to say.
I dream of him at night.
He whispers in the darkness that he wants
me as much as I want him.
He quotes his undying love for me
And tells me that every inch of his body
is crying out for my being.
His words are spoken with such ferocity
As he says to me “You are my only will to live”
How it saddens my heart
When I have to wake and return to reality.
If only my dreams could be made real
And that he would love me
As much as I love him!
Afraid – December 1995
He’s not perfect, I know,
but whenever I see him,
My heart skips ten thousand beats.
I long to be able to talk to him,
but I’m afraid that when I
Open my mouth, the words will come out wrong.
I want to be able to smile at him,
but I know if he notices,
I will start to blush.
I want to be able to get to know him better
but I’m afraid that he won’t
Want to know me.
Venus Makes Me A Libra – January 10th 1996
Gazing up at the ceiling, I start to
wonder if it’s all for real.
In the distance a clock ticks away
as the thoughts become entwined
inside my brain, and
I question myself like I’ve never
My existence is no longer apparent,
the universe is a part of me and
not the other way around.
The echo of his voice travels up
the three flights of stairs and
eventually reaches my eardrums.
Paralysis has already set in,
since I refuse to emerge out from
within this coocoon.
My soul lingers on as the
celestial nights turn into
Untitled (3) – January 11th 1996
Tonight I will go to sleep
in the darkness and
Not knowing what dreams
I shall be alone in my fears.
If I shall wake to find you
there in the morning
It would be all of my dreams
Togethers we can overcome my fears,
For I shall be with you.
Accidents Happen – December 1995
Not so long ago, I accidently
bumped into you.
I was walking so quickly that
I didn’t even bother to look
ahead of me.
There was a smile but
no apology was made.
We both went our separate ways.
Since then I have thought
constantly about you,
about who you are and where
I watch you in secret
My eyes follow you everwhere
Sometimes I fear that you
have noticed me looking at
For weeks I dreamt about you
but I didn’t know your name.
You became a beautiful, nameless
face in my dreams.
Being told your name was like
receiving good news from an angel.
I love to write your name down
on paper and enclose it
in a big red heart,
One day I’ll gather up enough
courage to talk to you.
Maybe I’ll have the chance to
tell you how much you’re
loved – by me.
I’m sure we’ll get to know each other,
and one day we will be friends.
But for now I’m happy just to
see your face and know your name.
A Short Poem – January 11th 1996
Snog me senseless
Until my lips
Melt away with