Biography of Andrew Long
I was born in California and moved to Las Vegas, Nevada, when I was about six. I lived there for about three months before my family moved again. Since then, I have lived in several different places. I try not to get too attached, because you never know what will come next. Of course, life wouldn't be complete without someone to share it with...
Andrew Long's Works:
None yet, however, one is in the making. Several of my poems, however, are in various books known as 'A Celebration of Young Poets', which is published each year.
Andrew Long Poems
If Only The Sun Would Rise
If the sun would rise, I would be grateful. Because a new day is starting. Not like yesterday, or the day before; A day when no one should be hateful.
Pain, sorrow, guilt and shame, What is it? It's life.
Torrents of rain, Flooding my braind. I've been drowned, In blood and misery.
So many times, I've wanted revenge. I've longed for power. So many times,
Swimming In Rivers Of Blood
Locked away, In solitary. Padded walls, Closing in.
It’s kind of ironic, How everything goes wrong. It’s kind of ironic,
I've been a victim, For a long time. Never realizing, Nothing is sublime.
I Can'T Help Myself
I can’t help myself, Today or tomorrow, I’m lost in my train of thought.
I've been a victim,
For a long time.
Nothing is sublime.
I've killed, I've screamed.
I've stabbed, I've dreamed.
I've smoked, I've drank,
I've made a problem,
Out of a prank.