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All Words Sincere

by

Chad Beasley

Life is so good
Yet it drives me insane
Teenage years bring up questions
And the answers cause pain
At Sixteen I'm confused
Misunderstood and abused
I feel so used
and so tired of being accused

Why must I do everything with exact precision?
Why was I born without making the decision?

As I grow, my colors change shade
But as time takes pass
The colors
They fade

I just wish I could keep that euphoria emotion
Just break away
From my unwanted yet needed devotion
To my hopeless search for the happiness that I yearn
They all look so happy
Can I have my turn?
Is happiness something that I must earn?
If so, I need to find mine
But how can I learn?
I need to be helped, but no one lends me concern
I could end it all now...
But will I grow wings, or will I burn?

How much longer must I fear?
Who is this boy in the mirror?
Through the window of happiness I peer
Searching for myself
But the view isn't clear
How much time do I have left here?
Another day, week, month, year?
No more lies; All words sincere
I need someone
a friend
a pier
Someone to understand and lend an ear
But it's no use
No one can hear
I feel strange...
Cold, alone, and queer
I've lost everything that was so dear
To me
It seems my view only sees the rear
The road is life
I drive
I steer
I know that I'm slow...
There just are no faster gear
If I was to crash
Would anyone shed a tear?

I ask this because I need affection
I'm so tired of drowning in this pool of rejection
And the lack I have of emotional protection
Lost on road of life
But I'll find my direction.


John William McGrath III

by

Chad Beasley

This is for John William McGrath III
Who has inspired my young soul with no more than words

Today

by

Chad Beasley

The story im about to tell you is true
Real
None of these words lie
Today
Emotion filled me
Anger
Frustration
Confusion
Dissapointment
Lonliness
Fear
Courage
Lonliness Underlined
Fear in Bold
Today
I left home
Inside, I am hard
My home is fragile
Easily shattered
Broken home
Damn Adolescence

This story has not yet started
Let me begin
I stepped through the door
Outside
The storm was raging
Like me
I found my friend out there
That storm
Yet different we were
It was strong, far from its end
Forever alive
Not me, I am clearly mortal
Dying
Oh, I walked boldly beneath the thunder
That I did
Headphones on
Filling my ears with sound
Feeding my mind with pleasing words
For once

As I walked down an empty, wet street
The rain refreshing my skin, cooling
I walked
Headstrong
Angry
My steps were on that street
My mind stuck at home
That damn place
Then I saw it
The flash
The flash

Lightning

Why, I swear
I've never before feared lightning
Yet when it lit the sky
Like day
I did fear it
The storm was now my enemy
Fear
Why, I swear
I was going to die today
Why, I swear
I've never seen lightning flash right above me
It had always been viewed from a distance
The lightning was going to kill me
I feared it

It drove me back home
Where fear would be destroyed
Destroyed...
Along with happiness
I realized
Underneath the storm
That no matter I am
I stay weak
No matter where I may be
I will always end up at home
The lightning
In all its short lived beautiful brightness
Showed me this

The darkstorm lit up again
The lightning
It spoke to me

Go home
Go home
Go home

I did
Walking
I changed direction
And pace
Yet, holding on to dignity, I did not just turn around
I made my way back the long way
Why did I want to stay in the storm
Just a little longer?

The music in my ears died
My head was stuck in the clouds
That said a bit literally
Would I make it home?
I would love to die now
Or would I?
I feared the lightning

For so long, I thought I wanted death
Underneath the storm, I realized
I DID fear death

Lightning struck beyond the nearby trees
It was real
It was fear
How could I fear this?
I did

I stepped upon the porch of hell
Or rather, home
I walked inside
Safe now
From lightning at least
I went to my room
I wrote a poem

Euphoria

by

Chad Beasley

I have a friend
He comes once in a while
He gives me a smile
But he doesn't stay long

Web Poetry

by

Chad Beasley

This place
Its heaven

I swear
Its close
Each page
Blue

Like the sky

You

You listen
Thank you
Faceless friend

Through words I express myself
Or I try
As a poet, I still grow
This may easily show
But still, may I say
Thank you
You listen

Amphetamine

by

Chad Beasley

Oh my goodness
Gracious me
You saw the title
You clicked the link
"Now what in the world could this poem be?"
Let me tell you a tragic story

Once lived a boy, age Sixteen
His true self has never been seen
For he wheres a cloak the hides his insides
And he likes to take an amphetamine

Now first impressions are unjust and unfair
This boy, he wasn't a druggie
So listen with care
This boy was weak
and easily dependant on others
He tried to hide his high
From his mother and two brothers

Now first impressions are unjust and unfair
Im glad you are still listening here
Listen with care

Amphetamine
A drug
A stimulant
Makes your blood pressure rise
Opens up you mind, and not just your eyes
Oh yes, the drug is legal
It is
Sadly, its addictive
And prescibed to millions of kids!

Anyway
This boy
Who happens to be me
He took more than one pill
From the cabinet
Everyday
The truth is
It made him a bit smarter
But as he kept taking it
Living without the pill becomes harder
He believes nothing can stop him...
Not Rehab! Not Charter!
Nothing, hes stuck.

Lets take this poem to a serious note now
The meaning of this poem can now be found

I am a youth
Living with a problem
I have, tragically become addicted to a drug
I feel as if I can never quit
My death may even be caused by it
How can I have knowledge of this, and still continue?
Its all the drug
Should it take all the blame?
When I am responsible
I hang my head in shame
Why did I start taking this?
Problems at home
Why were there problems at home?
Mom, shes all alone
Why is mom all alone?
My father left a clone
And went off
Away
To his land of Drugs?
Possibly

I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM
I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM

Thank you
For listening
It may seem I'm a bit disturbed
That is not true
My life is just taking the wrong curb
Its all my fault

Ecstasy

by

Chad Beasley

Define me
Devine me
I strive to realign me

Take me
Hate me
Destroy all that I may be

I'm happy
Not sad
I'm smiling and glad

This chemical emotion
Is my devotion
To myself, my will, my soul
My whole

My hole
I crawled out of
Stayed below while I went above
I flew higher that day, higher than a bird.

This feeling of bliss
Oh, how I'll miss this
What a tragic casulty
It's time to face reality

I wake up

Meaningless poem #1

by

Chad Beasley

Little Jimmy walked down the street
He was attacked by a dog that thought he was meat
That day jimmy lost all his legs
They have been replaced with hard, wooden pegs

Little Jimmy got bigger and turned 17
He become strong because he ate all his greens
But one sad day Jimmy went to school
And nobody thought that he was cool

Jimmy cried and sobbed and whined
Then he tried to pull his thoughts out of his mind
He was showing psychotic symptoms
So his mother took him to a doctor

Jimmy was put in a padded-walled room
With nothing to play with but a wooden broom
Jimmy liked the broom and named it Lee
Jimmy lived happily ever afterly.

Nostalgia

by

Chad Beasley

I wrote these so
Long ago
When the world was pretty new

Things have changed
I've altered almost
Everything I do

But looking back
At all of that
I can't help but see

That I'm so thankful
For the person
I've turned out to be