I've probably written over a hundred poems, most of which I don't dare show anyone because of how bad they are, but I still keep them. Below are some of my favorites and those which people seem to like the most. Afraid My god I'm afraid. Afraid of the light And of the shadows in between. Afraid of thinking, About the dreams I'll have tonight. Afraid of loving, And of never loving again. Afraid to taste, That sweet skin once more. Afraid to touch, The soft flame that burns. Afraid of when everyone has gone to bed, But I'm still not alone. Afraid of losing it, And having it find me again. Afraid of turning off the light, Because of what I might see in the dark. Afraid to the vase, That is empty and meaningless. Afraid of dying, But I'm afraid of going on another minute. Before the Tears Start to Fall Have you ever lost someone, But not realised it until they were gone? Have you ever cared so much for someone, That you didn't want to love them? Have you ever wished for someone to come back, But hope that they'd stay away? Have you ever needed someone so bad, That the mere sight of them would kill you? How long ago was it that you were with them, And time seemed to stand still? Who are you, To think that you were someone to them? When was the last time you smelled roses, And the foul reek of a breakup came to mind? When will be the last time, That you'll leave them again and again? How many times will you pick up the phone, But never dial that number? How many times did you dread their call, But be disapointed when it wasn't them? How many times will you say "no"..., When your soul screams out "yes!"? How many times must you clear your mind, And still see their face? And how many times must you cry, Before the tears really start to fall... Chaos Noise, filling my mind. Stop. But don't. I don't want to be in silence, I can't hide there, Can't run from my own soul. Open my ears, Let the chaos flow in. Comfort me. Crying "I'm done crying," she said, as her tears filled the golden chalice. The night sun rose to greet her And she bid the day farewell. Like magic all the smiles fade away. "I'm done dying," she said, As she vanished into the darkness. Dreams Deep well of content Drawing me in. To what? A sancturay. A companion. Alone, Always alone but in those eyes. And you sing, While I dream of drowning. Good Night You left me when I needed you most Where were you? You left me by myself, To fight against the world. But I couldn't. I fell, I am fallen. And it is your fault. I have gone into the Good Night. I don't believe in angels In a daydream I see the heavens laid before me, All the people I've loved loving me. All the people I've hurt forgiving me. All the wounds I've suffered healing. And all the wrongs righted. But I don't believe in angels. Jump Another soul jumped into the pit seeking forbidden pleasures shunned by the world which laughs at their morbid fantasies because they don't know the torment their laughter brings and if they did they still wouldn't stop because pain is the only god we know and death is the only salvation to achieve. Happy now? Good, jump in. Lament Poison, Coursing through my veins. Thoughts, Racing through my brain. Death, So this is what it is to die. Silence, So quiet I hear no cry. Peace, Reached at last. Sleep, I'm falling fast. Hurt, I feel no more pain. Lament, Just another tear in the rain. Moonlight Minuet By Martin Glaude and Julye Huggins Listening to a moonlight minuet While waltzing through the shattered glass. Looking at the sun And walking through noon shadows. Swimming through the desert Of an ocean of pleasure. Living the death Of a wish without passion. Turn down the music please, I'm going to bed now. Noose The trust, The noose. I put it around my neck, I felt the rough rope graze my skin. The comfort, The hood. I never opened my eyes, But if I would have, could I have seen? The betrayal, The trapdoor. You threw the switch, And let me dangle. The pain, The laugh. Uncaring you seemed, You ignored my screams for mercy. The death, The escape. You can't hurt me anymore, I've gone beyond feeling. Run Away "I'll run away with you," she said. Before she went to him. "I'll be always at your side," she said. Before she turned away. "Comfort me," she said. And fell into his arms. "I'll be here," I said, Waiting for her to stop running. The Garden Macabre thoughts soil the beauty of this strange garden. A place where emotions run free, in the silence of the darkness of the night. Bizarre ironies plague the lives of the innocents within. Corrupting the future of unborn children sleeping in the wombs of their mothers. The light reaches not the imprisoned soul. Trapped is he inside his own lies and secrets. They are his only protection against the demons who would bring truths to his ears. Can't you hear the cries of fetus that wishes not to be born? Another soul is wrenched into the hypocrisy of the world. See how the light plays upon the faces of the dead. Their hands need work no more, and their eyes need not be witnesses to the cruelties of our world. Untitled I'm tired, My head hurts. It's time for that bottle of pills I've been keeping. I'm sorry to bother you this late, But I need someone to talk to. I'm hiding under my desk so that the ceiling doesn't crash down on me. I'm shivering by the fire, I don't rest when I sleep, Maybe yesterday will be a better day. I've got the blade to my wrist. Time to flash the flood lights, I'm going into the darkness. Nicotine Kiss In the lateness of the night, Through the bastard cold of winter, I still see her face in the stars in the sky. I still see her in the cobwebs of frost in my window. And I still hear her tears in that sonata. Blue smoke curls up my face, It steals my breath as she did. A placebo kisses my cheeks and lips, And leaves me hollow inside. The above poems are the sole property of Martin Glaude. This page is dedicated to my most profound joy, my biggest inspiration, the one I love, and know I will love forever. Here's to promises that have been made. Return to the poetry page