Poems, both mine and other's

Unbeknowest:

I stand amid the empty people,
wondering why I am full.
There are sly grins on their faces,
while I'm seeing the world as cruel.

I sit beside the empty people,
holding water in a bucket with holes.
There are smiles in thier voices,
yet I read thier empty souls.

I watched all the empty people,
letting their pain soak into myself.
There is a malice in their eyes,
as I realize they couldn't have done this,
without my help.

Sarah Conway 1998

Everything I am

If I had to open up my heart,
to show you everything I am,
then I would be suprised to find,
I could be so much more.

You have opened up my life to so much more,
than I could have possibly imagined,
you have become the sunshine,
to brighten up my day.

You are the only one I trust,
in this un-trusting world,
you have brought color to my sight,
of my view of black and white.

There are times at night,
I lie and wonder,
have I found true love,
then I realize true love has found me.

I like the things I see,
and what I have become,
that you have brought out the best,
of everything I am.

Joy Francis Narte

The Killing Field

Those who think they know us well,
will live inside their shanty shells;
they see the things they want to see,
it's only in dreams when they are free.

Walking, talking...feeling free,
these things that seperate you from me;
they live thier lives in fantasy,
believing all they hear or read.

In this world where all is real,
pray not to find the killing field;
where things are said and things are shown,
where the truth shall come and lies shall go.

Like fradgile eggs they crack and break,
look not there, for your own sake;
the things you'll find seem not quite sane,
yet this is where the truth reamins...

Sarah Conway 1996

More to come soon, I cake type them all up when more aspects of this page need worked on.