Series of Poems from High School - 1992 to 1993

The daisy flower

There grows the daisy flower
When i see it
I think of you
White, daisy flower
you saw my heart
I think I see the daisy flower

-in business law class of my senior year, I received permission so I drew some poster pictures.
One was of a climber going to get a daisy flower on the cliff.

A fool to believe

My heart beated your name and it will never ever be the same
Deep, dark feelings inside of my soul were poured to you
Forever and a day, my heart will always stay, away from you
Now I will lock them up inside of me, this is my everlasting decree
But please just tell me why oh why did you crush my heart that way
                                                                     I was a fool to believe in you.
My pure, innocent, perfect love was like a snow-white, turtle dove
Into my broken soul was deeply ingrained, your deadly stain
Crying all night, from white to black, my soul was not turning back
Twisting, turning inside were those deep, dark feelings coming out
The mark of your undying stain is this deadly powerful pain
                                                                     I was a fool to believe in you.

-I think I was trying to do have in-verse rhyming

I don't know about tomorrow

I don't know about tomorrow
     I just live day to day
I don't know about tomorrow
    Will the sun shine its' rays?
I don't know about tomorrow
    Will you still be mine?
I don't know about tomorrow
    Is someone going to help mankind?
I don't know about tomorrow
    for I am its' memory

I tried

I tried to console him
    He would not listen
I tried to reason with him
    he would not hear
I tried to convince him
   He just turned away
Now I look down
   at my best friend
Lying there breathless
   did I really try?

-a poor effort. does repetition make poetry?

Under the midnight moon

Come unto these yellow sands
   and then take hands.
The wild waves whist
   under the midnight moon
       you have kissed
Sparkling stars in the sky
   lovers walks by
      I sit alone in my house
         it is as quiet as a mouse.
      I think back
         upon the past
Romances...
Chances...
        If I would have known
           that I would be alone
I, also, would have tried
    under the midnight moon

-This was done in last months of high school. 

This series of poems along the ones to come will be interesting insight to how I thought back then.
I wonder what I would say to myself if I was able to, back then.