There were some poems that I wrote when I was a young writer that were accidentally destroyed by a friend who wanted to read them. Depicting the subtle and obvious illusions of being 15, in love, and saddened by the many defeats, I decided to post not only the original ones, but also those inspired by young writers who take me back and somehow pull out those vital and tragic hurts in similar genre of the time.
Geared for young ones who are struggling to understand their angst by heartfully putting their emotions into words.
Time period: 1962-69
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Oh, my head swims you / / even as night lays me to rest / there’s a drowning silence / a prayer, a wish- stained sigh. / / that maybe w33 lines, 13 comments, on Apr 27 11:13 AM 2007. In In reflection--unrequieted love
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You don’t remember me,
but I remember you78 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 3 11:17 AM 2002. In Love -
Tender, like the night-
its cape holding only11 lines, 37 comments, on Dec 17 5:29 PM 2003. In Love -
Can a heart know this much dillusion ?26 lines, 7 comments, on Dec 12 10:53 AM 2007. In Unrequieted Love

