I'm not a NERD

My hands are always moving and my fingers never still.
The monitor is my ink. The keyboard is my quill.
My guitar is in my speakers and a disk holds all my drums.
The key to my eraser is now beneath my thumbs.

My paintbrush is my mouse and the bristles are the cords.
My programs built my house. The tool bar hung the door.
The Internet's my city, state, and country. It's my globe.
Google is a map when I cannot find my Home.

I fall asleep at some sites and wake up in others lost.
I'm addicted to blogging and I don't care what it costs.
Every Sunday I get up and go to church at AMD.
It takes confessions while pretending not to sleep.

I keep up with correspondents at night before bed.
"Yahoo!" "You've got mail!" Or whatever it may have said.
I log off and go to sleep. I dream only in words.
I may not be cool to you, but in MY world I'm not a nerd!

Strength

A mind so strong
Cannot be owned
This life I live
Is mine alone
As it has been
And still will be
Until the time
That death ends me
I am myself
And on my own
To deal with hell
My strength has grown
The stress forged will
I wield has shown
No link as weak
Or piece as lone
Within these walls
Of mental shields
I live at peace
As torment yields.

Living In Fear

Time resumes to the taste of glass
As slivered dust fades away
Realization hits as an aftershock
Death has never been closer
Twisted forms of flesh and steel
Lie still now, rid of motion
Reeling from the forces involved
That bend both metal and the mind
Through a skewed door
I see the fast lane frozen
From my place in the middle
Standing, stopped as i was
Such an eerie pause surrounding
This vein of travel clotted
Calmly invades me
As wounds bleed in my eyes
These tears of red are shed for scars
That touch the bone and leave my sight
A grateful fortune for I'm thankful
Marred my face with marks so painful

P.S. --- Tribute to the people who are still braving it out there even after losing their near and dear ones. I lost three friends in the blasts. Swapan, Neog, and Nirmala, you would always be remembered.

Could That Ever Be?

Emptiness inside me
Something is missing for sure
Broken poems and laughter

Does this sound complete?
Recording my feelings
Does this mean anything?

No one understands me
That is the usual statement I am sure
Does anyone want to know me?

Does anyone really care?
Questions I ask
Answers I never find

Would it be too much to ask?
Another question I am sure
I'm a ghost with no answers

Does this sound right to you?
All I am asking is for you to be in my life
Could that ever be?

I Care

I want you to know how much I really care
The way things are make it difficult to share
The way you look at me I can't help but stare
Your eyes are so beautiful that no one elses can be compared
From the day I met you I have always been aware
That all these feelings are there
Months have passed by and these feelings I bare
I am just wondering how much do you care?

Fading

Fading like a flower
Flooded like the streets when it rains
Dark as my room when I lay there all alone
As broke as my heart when denied your love
As broken as ten thousand mirrors
But nothing compares to the way my love seems
Stronger than any force that has ever been
Undying like a thousand anthems played

P.S. --- I didn't realize my poems were worth copying. Check the link out and see that this person copied it and submitted it for a poetry contest.
Link to Poem copied from here