welcome to my poetry pagez. dis is da bizz! so, yeh, erm... read, insult, then walk away happy!!!

been writing poems since i was about *thinks* ... *cant remember*... younger. so now i'm... older *grins* (16 for you that cant add up ;)) [younger+older=my age] *tries to get back on track* i got carried away *grins again* ... so now i'm older... i still write poems!! and now i'm older, i know better than you... so there.

okii, i get carried away now *strangers picks me up and i get carried away* see!!!

do the RIWaH

Read,
Insult,
Walk away Happy!

Jason

Just feeling a bit nostalgic and missing him like crazy.
For those of you who don't know, I used to go out with a lad called Jason, who was about a year and 2 months (and 4 days) older than me. When he was 14, nearly 15, he was involved in a hit-and-run accident when we were taking a walk in Bolsterstone, down near the Lake/Reservoire. It killed him two weeks later and he died in my arms.

So like I say, I'm feeling nostalgic and have been listening to a couple of songs that remind me of him. And it makes me feel a bit better. But I wrote this a couple of weeks ago about him:

A darling angel, gentle, warm,
The calming wind amidst the storm.
A ray of light, a shining star,
A life so dear, it broke my heart.

I close my eyes, I see your face,
Just before we reach that dreadful place.
Where that driver knocked you down,
I hear the scream I can't shut out.

With open eyes, with startled gaze,
My mind wanders to your last few days
When I held your hands and held you close,
It's your smile that I miss the most.

I remember the times we laughed so much,
I remember your kiss, your smile, your touch.
I know you don't want me to be sad and yet,
That's one of the days I'll never forget.

One of the days that I know will live on
And make me remember, now you are gone.
I'll try not to get angry and try not to cry,
But something inside me cannot think why.

For the tears I cry are not tears of sad,
Nor tears of anguish, but tears of glad.
Glad that I had you in my life,
Glad that I cannot let memories slip by.

So my darling, I'll miss you, forever you know,
And each mem'ry I have, I will not let go.
And, Jason, my love, I can promise you this:
I'll never forget your smile, your touch, and your gentle kiss

End