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The poems people write are an excellent way of studying them. Willingly giving away their thoughts and emotions. (I have 9 poems so far). Solitude is my only companion, on the road through life. Why do I feel so lonely? --- Nicholas Youngberg, February 8, 2000 My soul is dark, I have done things wrong. But love me for who I am Not what I've done. Cause I can love too. --- Nicholas Youngberg, January 28, 2000 Among the many faults of mankind there is still hope. For we're able to love unconditionally. --- Nicholas Youngberg, January 20, 2000 Amidst our despair, there is a glimmer of light. A child is born somewhere. A white blossom on a cherry tree is the reminder of the reincarnation of life itself. Every year... --- Nicholas Youngberg, December 30, 1999 Love: hollow, pointless, nothing, hurting, pain, deep, feeling, everything... --- Nicholas Youngberg, October 5, 1999 It's quiet, too quiet. Life is dull, I wanna sceam, "Take me away", but all I can manage, is a quiet, cry for help. --- Nicholas Youngberg, October 5, 1999 I tried, but I couldn't, why is it so hard? Thoughts, racing through my head, confusing me, puzzles me, hurting me. Why, can't I go to sleep? --- Nicholas Youngberg, October 4, 1999 Life goes on, forever. My pain is deep, just like my soul. Bottomless. Endless. It goes on to the end of space. If only I could share it; With someone else. --- Nicholas Youngberg, October 4, 1999 I sit here staring at the wall different patterns covering eachother. Second hand emotions rush through me: Sometimes hot Sometimes cold But mostly plain loneliness Useless, obsolete, sad, depressed. I don't like it here anymore. I'm so lonely. Take me away... --- Nicholas Youngberg, October 3, 1999 |
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