A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.
Rainbow
There's a rainbow in my ceiling,
But you're not here to see it,
There's a song, our song, playing on my tape,
But you're not here to hear it.
There's a scar in my heart,
The size of the moon,
But you're not here to heal it,
There's a rapture in my stomach,
And it's calling your name,
But you're not here to fill it.
There's a smell in my room, of bodies in heat,
But you're not here to share it,
There's a hope in my life, that will not die,
And you're no longer here to spoil it.
There's a soul inside of me,
But you will not get to feel it,
There's a heart beating, pounding in my chest,
But I won't let you near it.
Anger
I can't get rid of the feeling inside my head.
Wishing that someone out there were dead.
I needed to express my feeling someway.
But no one else would listen today.
I try to controll it, I really do.
But it comes out of me like a heard at the zoo.
It comes out in a different form.
Sometimes wishing I was never born.
I wonder why it happens to me.
It doesn't happen to anyone else I see.
It results in a tragety, a horrible state.
Making my happy feelings come much too late.
But I found a way to make it all end.
Writing this poem, to you I send.
You have made me see who I want to be.
All I want to be is me!
This poem is under copyright by ME!!!
White Wolf
White Wolf amidst the black
Leader, championing the pack
Father: dead
Position strain
A sharp pain
Many years ruled
Memory keenly tooled
Attributed boon
To howl at the moon.
White Wolf amidst the black
For now there is no turning back
A life long ran
Against the timing sand
And now there is to know
It is time to go
Go to the dead
The white wolf's heart said.
I Love You
I dedicate this to my dad because I love him and was is great
When the sky is blue I think of you,
When the sun sets I think of you,
When it rains I think of you,
Do you know why I think of these things when I think of you,
it's because all of these things are great like you
and then i think I love you
My gift to you
by CaseyLeigh
I give to you this little box
on this very special day
its isnt anything fancy
or a big diamond ring
But this gift inside this box
is just for you alone
it has your name engraved
and comes with a precious bow
It only asks for you to cherish it
Once it's in your hands
'Cause this little gift I give to you
Is the only thing I have
It's my heart inside this box
That I give you as a gift
It holds the love I have for you
For ever deep within