Intro:  This is a few poems that I want to share so that maybe people will start 
seeing me as more than that silly little kid making bad jokes or sulking in the corner.  
Some are better than others but they are in order to show my emotional track.  I don't 
expect you to understand them all because some are a little abstract.  

If you have any questions or comments E-mail me. 
				-Greg R

fallen

and where the hell am i
no longer cleansed by the pain but hurt by the lack there of
i cant see through the emptiness but im not blind
id die for a tear 
or worse live
and when did i start to fall
i guess if i could see the edge then i wouldnt have fallen
and where did you go
if only i had something to hold on to...

thoughts of the ground swim through my head tickling the back of my mind
hard
rough
painful
but none the less solid
its a long way down
if the silence would only subside for a fleeting moment
just long enough for a glimpse of where things went wrong...

but no
not even the wind on my face or the comfort of my sorrow are there toj reassure me

lost

but what of this life
does anyone stay lost forever
does anyone really ever find their way
i wish i was a painter so i could turn my pain into something beautiful
not these crude words that elude the ignorant
and drape a curtain of sorrow over the hearts of the enlightened
but im lost in this spiteful labyrinth of burning trees and broken glass
i keep a loose grip on my precious key to nowhere as the world grins madly

the prison within

hiding from utter disgrace
pity has a bitter taste
keep inside my darkest fears
sweating out forbidden tears
a cage inside keeps the demon in
away from the world away from sin
dreams dried up in a bitter drought
drowning from the inside out

lunatic

one tear barely falls
hardly making its way over my chin before falling into oblivion
body quivering in time with the music
overwhelmed with jaded sorrow
slipping into dilution
only one tear falls but a whole world drowns
flood of sorrow
barely visible but subtly piercing
anticipation
fury
passion
in emotion lurks madness
in madness dwells truth
biting silence
bitter reality
tainted paradise

my angel

i told my angel
'im dying inside'
she said 'why do you think im talking to you'
she told me 'your dying 
but you havent yet died
and maybe you should try something new
i told her i needed to live
and she sighed
and said 'son, i think that you do'
now my angel she sings like a prophet
with always the right thing to say
and i know that shell take me for the ride of my life
when she ascends to the heavens one day
until then i shall mourn in my slumber
and aquiece to her beutiful smile
in a melancholly mellow
ill reflect on my life for awhile