Aidan Clevinger Poems
|1.||On My Knees||6/15/2009|
|3.||See The Light||6/15/2009|
|9.||Playing With Fire||6/15/2009|
|14.||The Martyr's Poem||6/15/2009|
|16.||What I Need||6/15/2009|
|18.||Trying To Be Somebody||6/15/2009|
|19.||Names And Photographs||6/15/2009|
|24.||What We Seek||6/15/2009|
|30.||I'Ll Remember You||6/17/2009|
|32.||These Words Of Mine||6/17/2009|
|39.||By The Waters Of Venice||7/15/2009|
Benchwarmer (Getting Benched Again)
My nose is bloody, my knuckles, too,
And my jersey's covered in mud.
I don't know who I thought I was kidding,
Trying to be some romantic stud.
Curse these stinking pads,
Get this helmet off my head.
My back feels like I'm eighty years old,
My feet feel made of lead.
She popped the ball out from my arms,
I never had a chance.
Sprawled on the ground I watched her run;
Chalk six up for Failed Romance.
I'm sick of playing this stupid game,
At least while she's still playing it.
This had to happen sooner or later,
There's no point in...
There are countless ways people show love,
Some make you laugh, some make you cry.
But everyone knows that when God shows love,
He sends an angel from on high.
I've had people sing songs to me,
I've received poetry and letters.
But after having an angel of my own,
I think I like God's way better.