"While I Sleep"

Walking along, humming a song;
Thinking of you, my love so true.
A sword through my heart, they call it art.
How many people have seen me weep, at night while I sleep?

Wishing you were there, keeping me warm from the cold, cold air;
With your smile the length of a mile
And your eyes so blue, and your voice so true.
How many people have seen me weep, at night while I sleep?

You’d be my life, if you’d be my wife.
If you say “yes,” I’d be so very blessed,
Tell me Honey, would you marry me?
How many people have seen me weep, at night while I sleep?

"Watching You Scribble That Name"

Watching you scribble that name
Upon the note of bank
Makes my stomach turn
And I begin to feel rank.

When he died, you wept.
I don’t understand why
Because you immediately turned
And married another guy.

Have you enough grieved?
I know I had not when
You told me the news.
Not grieving. I think it’s a sin.

That name that is not yours
But you sign it anyway.
I cannot accept him, your new husband,
As my grandfather, because he is not, no way.

You pretend to love him,
But do you really? Love him, I mean.
You know I love you,
But can you expect me to love him, too?

"Wastelands"

Walking thro’ the lot
On my return from lunch;
I’m a little late, so
There are people about, but not a bunch.

For some reason unknown,
Everyone is quiet and silent.
I would have noticed never
If not for my talent.

Suddenly a sound – what could it be?
As I turn to look and see
What has so startled me,
I gaze upon a box from the Queen, Dairy.

The wind blows, the trees wave
Leaves – I think they are – rustle
Sorry…no I am wrong
It is things left behind by people in a bustle.

People too lazy – or too busy –
To pack it along to the next can.
“The power is yours,” so says Cap. Planet
Which means quite simply, “Anyone can!”

These lots for parking are now known
By a name so disturbing to man
That he contributes more to the name of
These: The school yard WASTElands.

"Tree"

Tree, so tall, your leaves so green,
You wave to everyone who passes by,
You speak with the wind so dry,
You find water for me to drink, water so clean.

Tree, so tall, your leaves so green,
Thank you for saving me from the red dye,
That comes from the great blue sky,
Now I’m sad, for now you lean.

Tree, so tall, your leaves so green,
You touch the great blue sky;
And sometimes, I ask, “Why
Was your death not nice but mean?"

"sad"

many times i feel sad

i dont know why

i may have been bad

i think its called depression

when youre always sad

life may be something fun

for you but not for me

i wish i could fly to the sun

but it is too hot and i would die

however that might be fun

i am seeing a doctor

once every two weeks

i knock on his door

he talks to me and gives me medicine

but i dont know if it works from the doctor

whenever it rains

i feel somewhat better

whenever it shines i cry out in pain

maybe its too bright

but i like the rain

i have an uncle whos

been an alcoholic

he got in trouble with the fuzz

hes better now but thats

no excuse for making me go boo-hoo

my mom is on prozac

im on zoloft

both for the same illness

it helped my mom and it should me too

but zoloft is not working maybe will prozac

drugs may help

and they may hurt

ive never tried them

so i dont know

but maybe they do help

i talked to a friend

just last night

she said i should never end

what ive got to live for

i believe her my ex-girlfriend

i know im not alone

but at times i feel like i am 

i can get help through friends on the phone

but sometimes they just laugh and say

sean youre not alone

other kids are alone too

at least they think they are

maybe they just dont know what to do

maybe theyre frightened and lonely

sometimes i am frightened and lonely too

when i was a freshman

and on the swim team

a man hanged himself i think his name was juan

i didnt know him that well

still it impacted my life as a freshman

when i was at camp

in the summer of 95

i sat in my tent with a knife in my hands clamped

i wrote a note to the others and realized that

it would ruin more lives than mine at camp