these are jeff hardy poems he is in the wwe

What If...Again?

What if you were that overweight person sitting in the corner,
thinking everyone in the room has looked at you at least once and had something negative to say?
What if you were one half of that elderly couple that was wanting so badly to be young again, but were still so cool?
What if you were that patient laying in a hospital bed not knowing if you were going to live or die?
What if you had a chance to save somebody else's life, but you wussed out because you were too worried about your own?
Put yourself in other people's worlds, experience the look through other people's eyes, learn the territory, and make yourself at home.
If you can truly understand and overcome this obstacle, then maybe one day we will all be equal,
maybe one day we will all agree on decisions, maybe one day our worries won't be problems.
What if again?
Our journey begins.


Today or When

Today I woke up with a hurting heart, but it wasn't from medical problems.
It was from a forgotten love of my past that painfully re-entered my dreams.
During these dreams, I felt as if I were reborn.
I felt the feeling of love again without a worry in the world.
It was she who made me happy, it was she who opened my heart and committed murder to all my pain.
However, this murder wasn't total death. The pain came back and it came back to stay.
Now it's infected and peroxide doesn't even foam......so maybe I'm not normal?
I'll probably never see her again in this life unless she continues to peacefully visit my dreams.
If she does, maybe one day I can stay, stay with her in another world,
stay with her in another time, stay with her by not waking up......
at least my heart will never hurt again!


Nothing Said

It happened again...
I said hello and I heard no hey.
It's happened again...
There's nothing to say.
Maybe the old man thought I was
Stupid, ignorant, mad, or insane.
Maybe the old man didn't want
Me on this plane.
Who really knows?
Who really cares?
Who really studies?
Who just stares?
At freaks like me...at people like you
At old men like he...at sickness that grew
The old man might not have hated me...
He might just have said...
"I don't know about this boy...
He looks messed up in the head."


Myself in my Life

I look at the clouds during the day and see other worlds.
I soar through them much like I would a ghost.
Through me, I feel my mother
Expresses things she never got to.
In me...my mother is still alive. She is with me in every match I wrestle, every day I live, every breath I breathe.
I owe my mother my life...her soul has it.


Happy Life

When white fades to black,
When light provides the view,
What's wet will turn dry,
When rain falls continue,
I may not continue.
My happy place is in you,
I hope to continue,
this Happy Life we live.
What's yours will fade to mine,
When love provides the income.
What's mine will turn to yours.....All of it and the some.
We may not continue...My happy place is in you.
We will continue....This Happy Life we live!

by: jeff hardy let me know what you think of his poems. i posted them on here because jeff is one of my favorite wrestlers and my favorite poem writer.