Bonnie’s Pond

Part of moveing house is discovering all the little keep sakes you have packed up and hidden bits of papper shoved between books, old photos and memories of times gone by. I found a beautiful 18th birthday card which craphead wrote me its currently on display on my book shelf.

But I also came across a whole heap of old poems I wrote in high school. My poems have always been a way for me to gain understanding, they are not literary works of genius they are just ways of organising and understanding my own thoughts.

Every now and again I would write a poem from the point from the point of view of someone I was close to. I figured if I could write something from their point of view It would make me think about what it was like to be going through what they were going through and I might be able to understand a little better. of corse it wasn’t what they were actually going through it was kind of how I think I might feel if I was going through what they were going through. A mesh of them and me as best as I could.

I found this …… about a close friend of mine, I won’t give you the tital cause that might give it away

A perfect world no place to hide
A perfect world at night she cryed
A world in which she’d been preforming
escaped within a shape she’s forming

Salt soked wet a cotten pillow
night time terrors. a gained kilo
A little girl whos lost within
A perfect world without a sin

Crystal Clear and coffin bound
surching for love already found
of endless shapes her world is made
a bendless road the price she’s paid

reaching out a hand to you
a hart of gold and eyes of blue
to watch her fade and slowly die
the pain of looseing your butterfly