My Friend, My Secret

My friend, My secret.

I'm trying to not think of you
And I'm trying not to care
And I'm trying to just talk to you
Not scare you, when I share;
And I'm not trying to make a move
And I'm not trying to make it weird
And I'm trying (and yes, sometimes it sucks)
Not to act as I have feared;
And I'm trying to forget my feelings
When I'm close to you
I've learned to just ignore it all
It's much easier to be untrue.

-Jon Wimer

Untitled ("Nothing" Explained)

This is my emo poem, I was working on it, then got distracted, so I never finished it...Oh well, here it is anyway-

Untitled

They all think they know me,
Think they know what's inside,
But there's just too much stuff,
That I've been trying to hide.

Whenever I'm upset,
Or look really blue,
They always ask me,
What's wrong with you?
Nothing, I reply,
As shake my head,
I could explain my problem,
But I say "Nothing" instead.
Nothing is better
Then me trying to explain;
Because they cant comprehend,
Can't understand my pain.

When I think about it,
My problems aren't that bad,
They're just hard to deal with,
And they make me really sad.

-Jon Wimer

What is it, if its not Love?

What is it, if it's not love?

Just sitting here
With nothing to do;
Thinking of writing
Thinking of you.
Trying to decided
Just what to say;
I love you sounds right.
Oh what a cliché!

It sounds good the first
Yet reading again;
I love you sounds foolish
Like an old fountain pen.

How could I fathom
What love is about;
For I am no witness
Without a doubt.

Sixteen years
Ive lived on this earth,
And not even once
Have I known its true worth.
A four-letter word
So simple and pure
I cannot use it,
For I am not sure.

I wish I could make
You feel the same
If only words could do that;
Without sounding so lame.
If my words could make us
A little less distant,
Then forever I'd be
So very persistent.

I'd write everyday,
Until my hands turned blue
And even then,
I'd keep writing for you.
I'd write in Latin
And Chinese and Greek.
I'd write in Swahili
And even Band Geek.
My writing would be
New and unique,
Surprising and daring
Cunning and chic.
It wouldn't be the usual
Boring and dry,
It would have a reason
No need for "Why?"

Trying to think
Of how to end;
Lets start at the top,
Now where'd we begin?

Oh now I remember,
No need for review,
I was just sitting here
With nothing to do;
I thought of writing
So I thought of you,
Then came the truth,
With out further ado.

-Jon Wimer

As the Wind Blows

As the Wind Blows

Wind blowing through the trees,
through the branches and through the leaves;
you know its there, with out a doubt,
makes you angry makes you shout,
makes you cry for reasons unknown,
listen to it whine and moan,
unbeknownst to you and I,
there is a reason, and a why,
we'll have to guess, to imply,
because there's nothing to reply.

Love and wind are the same,
yet one is wild, the other tame,
both keep secrets, never share,
filled with joy and despair,
never see them, yet they're there,
you can feel them, you're aware.

It took a man old and wise,
to get me to realize,
that I couldn't see love or the wind,
nor should I try to comprehend,
for feeling alone, cannot explicate,
I begged and pleaded for him to restate,
for I was puzzled, baffled, confused,
he was laughing, mildly amused,
he chucked, sighed, then said okay,
he told me my feelings wouldn't lead me astray,
I would have to look at what my feelings said,
I'd have to use my heart, not my head,
And so I did, and quickly understood,
I learned a hard lesson, and now you should,
I turned to leave, and felt a breeze,
as the wind blew through the trees.

-Jon Wimer

Teddy Bears and Good Friends

Teddy bears and Good Friends

A teddy bear is a furry friend
whose love and support never end;
keeps your secrets, never lies
friendly, fuzzy, cozy, wise.

Tell it your secrets,
it'll keep them well
you dont have to worry,
it wont ever tell.

When ever you need one
it will always be there
the same old teddy bear
with the same old stare;
ready to listen, ready to care.

Good Friends are just like teddy bears,
you can tell them everything, anything or more
they'll keep it privy forevermore.

They are always there for you,
through the good times and the bad,
wether you're angry, upset, or just really sad,
they comfort you when you're lonley,
they know just what to do,
they'll have you feeling better
in a single minute or two,
just remember to thank them,
to comfort them next time,
and to write them a poem,
or maybe just a rhyme.

-Jon Wimer

She's not MY Something Special

She's not MY Something Special

I wish I could get her
Off of my mind,
But she's something special;
She's one of a kind.

I wish I could tell her
How I really feel,
But nothing would change,
Nothing would heal.

Once I told her,
Great changes would occur,
I'd wish we could go back,
To the way things were.
I'd feel weird around her,
This I knew,
But as to her reaction;
I haven't a clue.
I soon found out,
That I'd be just "Jon"
No longer a real friend,
For she feared "leading me on"

I loved being her friend,
And seeing her smile,
Now we barely talk,
Only once in a while.

I wish I didn't tell her
About the feelings I had,
What I hoped would end good,
Actually ended quite bad.

I wish we could go back,
To what we had
It makes me angry,
It makes me sad.

Now I am filled
Up to the top
With feelings of regret
That won't ever stop.

I had to tell her
This I knew,
I thought to myself,
I just have to…
And when I told her,
I then understood;
I ended our friendship,
And it ended for good.

We don't talk,
Or laugh anymore,
I just wish I could've
Known this before;
Then we'd still be friends,
Forevermore.

Now I wish I could get her,
Out of my mind,
But she's something special,
She's one of a kind.



-Jon Wimer