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Name: Dave Country: United States State: The Hills Of Belmont Birthday: 11/11/1985 Gender: Male
Interests: Music, Writing, Reading, Movies, Anime, Love, Cuddling, Hugging, Meaningful Kisses, Literature Expertise: Literature, Philosophy, ALL MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!, Religions, Movies, Comics, Writing, How to give love and support and care to those in need, and lots and lots more. Occupation: Artist Industry: Art
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| - RX Queen This poem is dedicated to my lovely Nicole.
Familiar Voices and Smiles By David Timothy Sheehan Dedicated to Nicole Stankavage
As I sit and hear that sweet voice answering the telephone Each time I hear that sweet, lovely voice a smile falls upon my face I thought this action was forever lost Smiling Which I have not done in months Not for anything meaningful anyway As my eyes scan your photograph My heart fills with such a tingle Something I have not felt since Christmas The tears, and empty promises are gone from my life Maybe not forever, but at least for now Maybe my heart didnt grow cold after all After what "She" did to me, destroyed all that was sacred in my life But now I have meaning in my life There is a point for me to keep on going Never before have I trusted anyone, like I trust my love Never did any name sound as beautiful as.... Nicole
This was written for you my love. All of this poem is true, and I hope it makes you smile. | | |
| "A Shattered State of Being"
I try to pick up the shards I have for a life Cutting myself on all the broken pieces My hands are torn to shreds upon the shattered pieces What was once a full complete life Has now become nothing but broken thoughs and tattered memories Lest we forget We must try hard to keep our lives However meaningless they may seem Together, if not complete than in broken pieces, put aside in a small box I look in the mirror once again I loathe what I see Some kind of ogre staring back at me My fist flies towards the mirror Leaving behind broken glass 500 Reflections bloody reflections Shattered, just like my state of being | | |
| "The cold winter air sends a chill down my spine" This Poem is Dedicated to my favorite poet, Charles Bukowski
As I walk down the street Puffing on my cigarette A chill goes down my spine I think to myself Can things really get better? Can they? I wave to the girl across the street She smiles at me To think someone actually took the time to look at me I thought that was a thing of the past Nobody really looks at me anymore As I realize The only person to ever fuck me Hurt me the most Left me for another man After all the things we've been through She's gone Did I really love her? But it is true I wasnt ready for what she wanted I'm planning on going to school For Another year at most I can't handle getting married to someone like that Someone with so much criticism Who wont let me see my female friends Jealousy I suppose I am guilty of that too My cigarette is down to the filter I take the last drag Gone Just like Marissa Just like every other girl I knew | | |
| "The smoke that lingers in the air"
As I sit, with a lit cigarette I come to think about all that has past Where did the time go, Where has our friendship gone You tell me that you love me I just cannot believe such a thing anymore I hear from others you can't talk to me anymore I wonder if you are that shallow that breaking my heart has made you think our friendship is gone I think you are about as shallow, as this grave I dug for myself If you love me, why do you fall away Why must you lie to me Where has this love gone Are you even the same person I once knew As I inhale deeply, and think I slowly let out the smoke through my nostils It looks like I have a fire inside of myself This never ending burning This hurt because you are abandoning me As I take the last drag I flick the cigarette into the street I realized you have just washed away from me Just like that cigarette washes into the sewer | | |
| R.I.P. Dimebag Darrell 1966-2004 "We had good times while you were alive Darrell, We'll miss you, I know you're up there in heaven playing the ultimate concert with John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix, Jerry Garcia, John Bonham, Bon Scott, Ron "Pigpen" McKernan, Frank Zappa, and all the rest. We loved you Dimebag, you and Vinnie Paul were what made Pantera and Damageplan two of the best bands ever." This is my ode to you, Love your loyal fan- Dave Sheehan We never met, but you'll be in my thoughts. Rock all those damn angels out man! | | |
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