Saturday, August 23, 2014

First & Second Loves

First & Second Loves

By Steve Carey


The nightmare is back. 

I caught Tom red handed again. 

I can't go through this hellish nightmare again. 

It's too stressful.

I'm pretty upset! 

Tom broke his promise again. 

I felt like I'm not good enough for him. 

I'm unworthy to be in love. 

I can't go on.

What have I did wrong to deserve the worthless love? 

Once again, I'm second. 

His first love is more important than me. 

I'm depressed.

It must be my fault. 

Tom keep on going back to his first love. 

I might as well go to bed & cry myself to sleep. 

First love sucks!

I hoped I don't fall back into my depression. 

Losing a love can cause more damage. 

I believed it will be different. 

I was wrong.

Wednesday, January 3, 1990

A New World



A New World
By Steve Carey

Something I’ve never experience before.
Anything can be possible.
Was this a deal?
It felt so real.
I can barely touch him.
I searched for him in the tunnel.
The light was too bright.
I closed my eyes without a fight.
I floated up to the heavens.
It scares me.
I might be drop.
Suddenly, I can’t move.
I fell into a deep sleep.
Their pinching woke me up.
They spoke in a strange language.
I assumed I was ET to them.
I disappeared from the table.
I appeared in a peaceful environment.
They were freely naked.
They were enjoying life.
I realized Adam and Eve are Gods.
What worries do they have?
They don’t care for material things like we do on earth.
I struck upon a new adventurous life.
This world captured me.
I was free from life’s troubles.
This is a new world.

Tuesday, January 2, 1990

The Drive



The Drive
By Steve Carey

I was alive at the wheel.
Just the five of us are enjoying life.
I was speeding along San Monica Blvd.
I can’t get too greedy.
I shared the weed with my friends.
I cared for another hit.
I was so daring.
I let go of the steering wheel.
My mind was on the drugs in the back seat.
I ran into a street light by Rage.
The car flipped over a couple of times.
That was some DEAD trip.
We went on a trip to Heaven or Hell.
Hello, are we…
Are we home from the drive?

Monday, January 1, 1990

I Felt Trapped



I Felt Trapped
By Steve Carey

I felt trapped inside a box.
Seeing outside was impossible.
I can’t get a hold on anything.
I grabbed onto nothing.
I must be patience.
Trust me.
How can I?
There was too much to handle.
I had little time.
I was losing air.
This box wasn’t fair.
The darkness was my only company.
Everything was blocked from me.
Something can’t be done.
Bones was beside me.
This one didn’t make it alive.
I was so alone.
My hope and my faith were gone.
What a dope am I?
I want a rope to hang myself somehow.
I felt trapped.