March was a time of examining every- thing that could be seen (or heard)

That Girl Last Friday
This poem is a statement about the game that ends up being an excuse for romance. 

Just a Friend
This is a poem that deals with the frustrations of being a single nice guy.

Guys and Girls
This is a poem about wanting to but not being able to understand women.

Loss??
This is a poem about someone who once was the center of my life.

The Voice on the Phone

This is a poem about being far from the people I care about.

Living The World

This is a poem about being away from home for the first time.
 

April was a silent month as a heart and brain took a break form the torment of life
 

Girlfriend?? 

This is a poem about feeling incomplete and looking in the wrong places for completion
 

One Day

This is a poem of what a secret crush feels like.
 

One Last Night

This is a poem about not knowing when to let go.
 

Road of Loneliness

This is a poem about the worst part of life.
 

My brain and heart decided that there were opportunities that could no longer be ignored.
 

Alive Again

Breathing Air again
   

Reflection by Brian Jones
   

Tomorrow by Beau Peregino

I could by Solar Olugebefola

This page was started on March 5th, 2000
 

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That Girl Last Friday
 

That girl is so fine, and brutha-man wanna hit,

So he start kicking that game, acting all legit,

And he pretends to listen to what she says, what she talking,

Acting like he cares, when tomorrow he'll be walking.
 

So another night goes by, another one loses her way,

That night they'll be together, she'll be alone the next day.

And so it continues, that is the game.

Romance, sex, abuse; what is the name?
 

And so the woman, she learns her loneliness

And so the man, he denies his loneliness

And we wonder, who is hurt more

Both are hurt on the surface, both hurt on the core
 

For a while she'll think he was a special man on a special day.

And he'll tell his friends, she was "That girl last Friday."

Just a Friend
 

There is something I wish wasn't so,

Something I'm used to, something I know.

It breaks my heart like nothing can mend,

Hearing women say "I just want to be your friend."
 

I wish I knew what was on their mind,

They all say their trying to be kind.

But there are no other words, none that I can tell,

That feel so bad, they feel like hell.
 

So I am left hearing of other guys.

Left to knowing soon they'll all say their goodbyes,

To leave my friend with a broken heart,

Watching them cry, knowing I'd do better, that's the worst part.
 

Then they'll say they want someone "just like me,"

But more of the same guys, same pain is all they see.

Guys and Girls
 

I wish I knew what women wanted.

I'd give anything they'd ask.

Be it diamonds or a sonnet,

I'm always to the task.
 

I see what women get,

Nothing upsets me more.

Watching them fall towards the pit,

Of guys who only want to score
 

I'd swear I'd treat them better,

I'd love them and care about all they have to say.

I'd even write them a letter,

If I thought it would brighten their day.
 

I wish I could show them, I wish they could see,

They love they could have, and find it in me.

Loss??
 

I remember being in love. That love died somehow,

The woman was all that. She treated me foul.

Do I miss her? I wish I knew.

Without her, sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm blue,
 

That's not so bad. I remember the times we had,

Very often I was sad, at times, I was mad.

My highs we high, my lows we low,

I remember her lies, they hurt me so.
 

Do I miss her? I miss learning of a woman so fine,

Getting to know her so well, I miss the girl that was mine.

If only she really existed, the person she really is, She can go to hell

After learning who she really was, learning the truth, out of love I fell.
 

So my loss is made worse, accepting something I always resisted,

It is as bad as a curse, learning she never existed.

The Voice On The Phone
 

Sometimes, as life hits me hard, I feel confused

Sometimes, as romances die, I feel so used

When this happens, I feel all alone

What brings me back up is that voice on the phone
 

These voices, my friends and family, brighten up my day

Only with them there will my problems go away

I'd trust them with my life; I trust them with my heart

They know so much about me; they know every part
 

So I become good friends with AT&T

But the warmth those voices bring mean so much to me

I just wish I could be there with them

I'm talking about her, I'm talking about him
 

I know one day, I'll be united with them again

We'll fight the battle of life, and together we'll win

Living the World
 

I once made a choice, to school I'd go far away

I said my goodbyes, knowing I'd be back one day.

In school, all by myself, the world is mine to roam

But I cannot wait for a vacation, can't wait to go home
 

I miss the love, I miss the eight hours of sleep,

I miss saying "good morning to people I love so deep.

I miss the dinners, with so much food to share,

I miss the life where everything is fair
 

Now I face the world, and feel all alone

Even though help is always on the phone

But now I see the world through my school

Very often it upsets me, makes me feel like a fool
 

I've learned that so much of what I once thought was wrong

I'll learn my lesson, maybe, and then I'll be strong.