I don't downrate I moderate But I've earned some people's hate Because of my high-ranking state

i dont but id love to read some(im a good fan of poems i just never get thte time to read calmly

A red string the bell that rings a silent night a peaceful sight the iron fist the open hand all are me, but who is that?

I write very bad poetry that I never share with anyone...lol

I wrote this for my nieces for fun last year. :p I used to write fairly often, but I haven't had much inspiration lately. Alice the bunny lived in a hole, Deep in the woods with a squirrel and a mole. She ate naught but grass, brown nuts and some berries, and danced through the night with the elves and the faeries. But one day, poor Alice, asleep in her hole, curled up quite warm with the squirrel and a mole, decided against her same diet of berries and went out in search for the brightest red cherries. She hopped through the forest with bountiful grace and challenged her shadow to a kindly footrace. Faster and faster, she cared not for the cost, 'til suddenly realized her foot trail was lost. She wandered for hours, given in to the grief, and dried helpless tears on a giant green leaf. All through the forest, she saw not a soul, and then through the bushes; the squirrel and a mole! "Grass and brown nuts saved for bunny who tarries, but for you an exception; the brightest red cherries!" They held out to her the red fruits in a bowl, and she made her way back with the squirrel and a mole.

I did but haven't really had much free time lately... Upon Time Your skin feels like nature When held within my hands Like a thousand years could pass The oceans could overtake the sands And still the silk cradled in this embrace Would remain as pure As today Time itself is not as sure As I am of this As I am of the truth in your kiss Your lips like some ancient wine Leave me locked within your mystery Stumbling through sacred sentences As I promise a future worth rewriting history I watch you in breathless moments Exhale words spoken Like a soft wind caressing A silence it dared not leave unbroken For it was perfect but hollow Hidden in the shadow of a tomorrow That my heart could not find the strength To beat within And so my hands tremble As they slide slowly across your skin My lips trip like clumsy fingertips Over the brail of your body Over heavy words and clouded thoughts Over and over again like eternity The sands that wait patiently to be overtaken By an ocean of time and a history not yet written

=I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU= i have a crush on you and all because of you you make me feel blue and now i konw what this i feel for you and i dont know what to do but dont worry my boo i will never leave you

I watched the birds wind a tunnel in the sky, They drift like cut black paper snowflakes. their wings rarely beat against the air. They move like silk fish through the water, they have faith in the proximity of those around them. I wait to see them when I leave, but when it falls black they will have disappeared. They will be there tomorrow though, I know. They will fly in the same circles, I can count on that.

Edit: Alright, I've had two poems up here for over a year, and it's time for a change. Here is a different one. The Little Grey Boy “Mom, may I come?” said the little grey boy, To his bright white sparkling mother, She said “no, not today, You stay home and play” And left the little boy on his own. “Dad, may I help?” said the little grey boy, To his dark suited businessman father, He said “no, not now, You wouldn’t know how.” And left the little boy on his own. “Dad, look at me!” said the little grey boy, Twirling about like a top, But he nodded his head, “That’s nice” he said, And left the little boy to twirl all alone. “Mom, here’s your pearls” said the little grey boy, Wishing he could glow just like her, But she didn’t say a word, As if she never heard, And left the little boy all alone. The little grey boy tried to play by himself, As the hours and days passed, But his dolls only stared, His dog only slept, And daydreams never did last. “The years have gone by” thought the little grey boy, “And now I am grown to my teens,” There must be some way, To bring colour to grey, And to not spend the time so alone. And he found it one day, on a small slip of paper, That he put on top of his tongue, He was as high as the sun, And when the feeling was done, The little boy was no longer alone. The colours were bright, there were prisms and lights, And he finally felt he was free, He couldn’t get through a day, Without feeling this way, But at least he wasn’t so alone. “Son come with me” said his mother in white, Looking at her son in pain, We’ll take you to a place, Where you’ll be safe, But the little boy stayed on his own. “Son you need help” said the dark suited father, With tears streaming out of his eyes, But he said “no, not now, You wouldn’t know how. I’ll do it all on my own.”

I'm not much of a poet, but I do write some things that might look like poems. Like this one that I put on my profile. It's my final words to God: You stole my heart, my hopes, my dreams, but in a good way. I don't mind you so much, but you're a bad golfer. Profound....and in so few words.

i can make a poem whenever Im into it..the emotion won't just stop reviving into words what i felt inside me.. EVERYTHING IS AMBIGUOUS!!!! He said he loves you-but then he left you He treat you nice-but seems like he don't like you anymore He said he wants a future with you-but he's nowhere He shows a lot of interest in you-but he just disappeared!!! If this is love - so sad that it always end with a GOODBYE

Here's one I posted on another answer: The Love Ladder A step-ladder with six slanted steps Easy to get from one level to another Three levels of Like, three of Love Just met First impressions Worth liking? ... Yes At the bottom of the Love Ladder Better acquainted Do things together Enjoy each others' company On the second level of Like on the Love Ladder Friends Know some thoughts of theirs Share some past and present experiences On the third level of Like on the Love Ladder See through some masks Know what they are usually thinking Good friends Share most feelings A lot of head and a little heart On the first level of Love on the Love Ladder Close friends Intimacy Sometimes open Usually honest Head and heart reverse On the second level of Love on the Love Ladder No one else Love only for them Know everything about them Always open and honest Trust "True Love" "All Heart" On the pinnacle of the Love Ladder Some people progress slowly Some people skip levels Jumping into love Most people even out on a level They sometimes rise or slip Sometimes the ladder falls over Love is not a game It is a progression of thoughts and feelings It is an opening of one person to another It is a ladder that takes some people forever to get to the top Some fall off along the way But the ultimate goal of everyone Is to reach the top of the Love Ladder copyright Bill Sanders ** And, here's another I wrote Senses, Feelings and Thoughts You make it easy for me to say things about my Senses Feelings and Thoughts about you Senses of Joy Whey I'm doing something or just being with you Nervousness When I'm pacing the floor while waiting for you Longing That these senses and feelings could last forever Loss When you have to leave me for any reason Feelings of Happiness When you say "Yes" you will spend the evening with me Power When you let me hold you in my arms Pride When I'm walking down the street with you on my arm Loneliness Any time you are not with me Thoughts of You How beautiful you are How easy it is to talk to you How fun it is just to be with you How the future might be With you Oh And one that's often forgotten Because it is almost always taken for granted It's a sense, a feeling, a thought It's love copyright Bill Sanders

Angel From Heaven In this world a baby boy was born, The pride and joy of his parents, To them no other child could compare, From his sweet smile to his big blue eyes.... To them a angel from God had been given to them. They watched him grow from a tiny child to a full grown man... Along the way the times were hard, This tiny child became a small sturdy boy, who quickly became a tough young teen, who got lost many times along the way from child to man... But though it all his parents were by his side, Always there to pick him up and set him on his way. They saw him though his teens on into manhood. They saw him take a bride, and they were there when God sent him a angel of his very own.... Now they are old and grey... Their backs are bent by time... But their hearts are full... As they look back on time... At all the Joy their Baby Boy Brought to them. Dedicated to my son Jason copyright by Regina Eades

Yes and no.

Yes (I have a book of poetry out, "The Octopus Frets: political poems"). My poem follows: THAT FORTNIGHT The Sadler sidles up to the star siding blistered with tears buried under oblique vanity's footsteps and diamond bracelets brace against her thought that Woman is a cloud, and men the poisoned aquifer divided in three, aquamarine, green and aquamarine as the wind politely swallows its azure for the heifer and waits for the cheese to be murdered by a footprint while swallows wait to taste the death of the (noble) orangutan whose hair had to go to make your brand-new brassiere The sky strains to create its sparks of ice that freeze our kisses for some delightful day and the taste of ice cream will no longer taste of the trapped dark of the mixed oval screaming against the diagram where the fresh wind thinks to tear our hands apart and the daffodils rip at our intermingled hair If we could just lie back watching the unfixed sky with trees' jazz fingers magically held up like bank robbers, your skirt like the petal of a tulip, like the most delicate crocus of the violin murders would not follow us piece by piece and crosses step by step the impossibly rich hair of the medieval princesses and every tic not paused and pierced by knives but hours that do not pass pass like the unclosed loop of the seagull your breath thick with tastes of smoke and darkness your memory crushed by the teeth of the green monkey your laugh gently laid in a precious box lined with pearl all I have left now my skin was burned away I had to wait at the shipyard with the black skins of battleship hulls, hailstones tossed at my face as I starved to death and mimed grief on skis with irritated toes and my boots eroded like the spooning cockers who mocked the pincushion and painted my arms with black-white-blue stripes as I waited for the cookies to survive the mists of the alligators bringing tumours and "Habaneras" I waited under thunder until my skull was crushed by the ice from a 747 and I used it in mixed drinks at the casino Royale castigating his son for the mixed knees of the rodeo Driving on heroin almost off the rim of the cloud city Divorcing the zebra who always held a cosmopolitan and carried pearls and alloys just under her disappearing tongue I don't wait any more Daniel C. BOYER

I Love the north pole ... The land of the free It s the nicest place to live The people are so kind there if you walked thru an igloo village you would hear the kind words they share And no political campaigns or funding wars abroad no clamering obamas or screaming Hillaries No illiterate graduates on methanphetimean just snow and ice and animals and peaceful skys sureen Theres no taxs there nor riseing fosil fuels only sled dogs and penguins and rubbery things called seals Children run freely there moms and dads agree they live in igloos There called a family Even the weather there is wonderful, boots are not worn by a bear and seals with no coat even penguins skinny dip with out care I would like to go there and leave Minnesota, but I have a stomach ache I was watching hillary yelling and had to much to much pizza and cream soda

As I woke up this morning a bright new day was born. A robin perched upon my sill to signal the comming dawn. The bird was graceful, young and gay and sweetly did he sing, and thoughts of joy and happiness within my heart did ring. I listened to his cheery song and paused a moments lull, then swiftly closed the window and crushed his fucking skull.

Under The Mask The mask that I wear is cracked and slightly worn. The truth is leaking out but no one cares to look anymore. For my children and my mom even more for him. I play more often than not then to let them see within. What I feel I cannot say I cannot act on the screaming impulse to give in and let the blade slice. To cut out all the ugly the stupid I would simply dice. Leaving less than a shell of a person who's maybe something right. They don't understand it they think it's all for show. What the cannot really see is what they choose in their heart not to know. Every slice every cut is intended just for me. Not for their eyes to judge or wonder if they caused me to bleed. It's a punishment a sentence a checking of the self. A correction of the wrong an emptying of the disease that's been a poison in me to long. With every rip and every tear every shredded hole. You see more of the darkness the disease that everyday I know. So I putty and I spackle. with a smile or with a laugh. So they won't be effected by what's beneath this broken mask. 04/01/2007

this poem was in memory of my big sissy who was killed in ava

To Be Wanted by me Come here give a hug and then smile don’t worry you look good in any you where, but listen…. Sensitivity of your skin contact me with your features coming towards me just being bare captivated with tense firm of craze assorted with obsession, ,and passion wheezing for air but the affection fills me with the life I need, to inhale instead, being pulled in, oppressive lungs due to your arms holding up by your breast. I’LL breathe you this is what it mean to experience expressively out of breathe, untill there are nothing present in my head, but if I cant be embrace then all I crave,, is to be buried deep in an early grave. All I can give you in return is a smile and my sincerity but my deepest thirst is to be desired, wanted and not getting tired, like being on two cups of coffee, staying up until the dawn, late enough to get you fired. Fired? Nah I’m just playing but it the sense is what I’m trying to express to you, honestly Honesty, but is that all you want from a man or do you want something supplementary, buying a Lucy but still wanting the lighter, having the lighter but needing the spark, predators like sharks you can have more, with me you’ll never be poor. I’m not saying I’m loaded but these days the only thing girls want is a hitch, just to be ditch, bitches and whores (well you see imp running out of vocabularies lol). L didn’t want you to see my appalling side but I like to keep it real That’s just my sex appeal. For real, but that’s just me being open minded to you to show a sign that I’m never going to take advantage of on you ,never late always making it to the dinner meals. My Sign? I’m an Aquarius, but what my father said was never to say it just show it, illustrate that cut you got and it ill heal. For example Don’t just say you can flow, spit currents, streams, be about it let somebody see it Dinner meal you said?, you can disappear when ever you want, I wont maintain you cornered and I entrap you in a sealed and that’s the only deal. I’m not playing hard to get at all, l a matter of fact I’m actuality I’m being myself, I’m be easy Be at ease loosen up, I’m not playing flooded you mind with craps like monopoly I would never play games, you’ll have my modesty. But if we ever get in a fight you won’t have to incision your wrist, don’t take the risk if you don’t want to be with this Just say farewell then just leave me a kiss, so I can recollect it when you are being missed Young Asian man with a hiss when he prays and wishes Yes, I’m a Christian, does that shock you, oh you’re not, its ok you don’t have to change I mean in the future though I’m getting energized about being reunited like you were missing from me ,then we wont be out of reach or out of range One soul with the same goal to love one another, that’s what you want right? I wonder now I’m really hissing so I’m think I might initiate my wishing for the lass in front of me, kneels down, with a clue if you get what I mean. My feelings for you are heart felt unadulterated, and clean But listen until then they’ll be no strings attached, nothing to pay back, no hidden fees, nothing wired, no contracts deals, But if you don’t want me its ok you can still keep ring anyways and no return fees in all means

I’m gong allow myself to unfastened resentment onto the human race with questions of soreness. did God fashioned us to subsist in a world of suffering, misery filling the mind with temptation to assign homicides to our beneficiary human race, or the simple problem of starvation It’s a disgrace, that people got to go through such thing where we must entrust murders apon strangers faces To carry out production with their wits and the way to get clients is to lie is preeminent fiends only go for the shit that are at it most excellent some say it’s half and half ,there pure but none are good for the intelligent destroying brain cell and we wonder why our kids are so unmannered and monotonous the government has the drug game in a monopoly im not talking about only prescription pills ,but also cocaine, heroin and ecstasy so why stop me from gulping down some henesi Smoking on weed and overdosing on my happy pills that makes see purple bunnies climbing on trees, God let me free And the only free medicine are the ones that makes people go nuts, insane and go crazy Bare with me when I speak for its he truth that hurts But I’d rather be lied too then see kids hungry, starving and malnourish eating only on dirt, so which is worst? Kids dieing, homeless, without parents, starving and deficiently unnutritioned Parasitic infested, ill, and dieing in underprivileged condition ravenous kids in some countries even feast on deceased animal cargisises unbairable to visualize but it happens every day carving us into a human being where there are children that are born to famished in starvation wasn’t God’s way, if taxes aren’t covering it then why we got to pay you can fault it on the parents, our religion, or government, but not the kids there innocent so it most be all of our nations if our political tithe aren’t paying for the housing then why stay, we should just disappear ,so we pray that we can just leave and go away where? to a better place that was promise to us if we are in faith and follow Jesus ways so they take out religion in all our schools so we can get what we want and parish in our spiritual day, the wise say shrewdness of the followers of Satan’s that why they will live in hell before they’ll be buried in their grave it’s pathetic and an unmorally life style so I don’t have nothing else to say, good bye we are lost without Jesus Christ for we are already in hell but we don’t have to remain here, lets all leave in a spiritual way when jesus comes for us, godbless

Being a poetic Christian sometimes make feel like imp struggle ling in the inside looking out. I don't even know where to begin. Seeing how people live there lives. Imp a lonely heart, and love and can't seem to just win. Yet it seems as though I’ve seen many faces and too many places recalling image of scenery where I've been. Still I’m the outsider trying to look at what's in. My entire life is but loneliness, emptiness, and pain. Help me Lord I don't want my life remain the same. Sometimes I feel like I just can’t win. And every time I think I'll win it bounces back at and turns my odds against me to confusing place I have never been. Where there is no sunshine nothing but rain lonely hearted soul with emotion of pain Sometimes I feel like giving up not try to show what I can and willing to give. I do try to be in my friends and family's lives but going back around just to live trying being alive. My doubts of delusion and confusion started as something small. But going towards the sinful life has made it even stronger though, it seems. As conviction creeps in my thoughts and sneaks up in my dreams. Living only in dream stealing my life my daylight hours. People want to just to stay away from me because I'm a schitzofreniac I seem to be uninvited and rumors and gossip surrounds me with unpolitnes. Imp trying to look forward in the future now. I know where theirs hope they'll be a better place where with hope,faith and truth will lead. That's true indeed. I Believe!And that's not a cry of doubt but a cry for help,I need.But for now loneliness and misery is all I need But I hope my blogging will shine light to others or cause them to feel emotions of empathy not sympyhty.Eventualy it will somehow be looked apron gods eye as a great sign in dead. I mean some people are heartless so filling their souls with grieve is still something rather then feeling nothing. Am I right? Lord does that count? Or should I stop searching and stop being a witness to show Or let me heart starve slow Imp willing give a lot just let me feel like I've live. But I also know in heaven is what I should be waiting for What Gods will give Until then I'll just be me and live, my life as lonely poetic heart of Jesus Christ. Well seems like it has gotten gold. Seeing things in this perspective I might as well be a lonely poet heart with a starved soul. Will I go to heaven for being so sad I don't know? We'll see. They say Christians should be happy but they also so ignorant ones live in bliss SO now I'm confused and hear words in my ears like deceiving lectures like a wind with a hiss Reading the bible clears the voices but can I do it all day and night? Please lord give me the candle then the light Only on meds am I able to function and live right but you know I hate relying on that stuff for it dulls my brain like always living in a dream but with you as in my heart it feelings like I'm living in paradise, it seems. It only happens when I sleep or on church days but one day of bliss is worth more then an eternity lost in the depths clouded mist. Now my thoughts are clearer. The meds I just took is kicking in now. I'm shining down as a smile lift up from a frown. Well ran out of thought ill finish this later.

I’m gong allow myself to unfastened resentment onto the human race with questions of soreness. did God fashioned us to subsist in a world of suffering, misery filling the mind with temptation to assign homicides to our beneficiary human race, or the simple problem of starvation It’s a disgrace, that people got to go through such thing where we must entrust murders apon strangers faces To carry out production with their wits and the way to get clients is to lie is preeminent fiends only go for the shit that are at it most excellent some say it’s half and half ,there pure but none are good for the intelligent destroying brain cell and we wonder why our kids are so unmannered and monotonous the government has the drug game in a monopoly im not talking about only prescription pills ,but also cocaine, heroin and ecstasy so why stop me from gulping down some henesi Smoking on weed and overdosing on my happy pills that makes see purple bunnies climbing on trees, God let me free And the only free medicine are the ones that makes people go nuts, insane and go crazy Bare with me when I speak for its he truth that hurts But I’d rather be lied too then see kids hungry, starving and malnourish eating only on dirt, so which is worst? Kids dieing, homeless, without parents, starving and deficiently unnutritioned Parasitic infested, ill, and dieing in underprivileged condition ravenous kids in some countries even feast on deceased animal cargisises unbairable to visualize but it happens every day carving us into a human being where there are children that are born to famished in starvation wasn’t God’s way, if taxes aren’t covering it then why we got to pay you can fault it on the parents, our religion, or government, but not the kids there innocent so it most be all of our nations if our political tithe aren’t paying for the housing then why stay, we should just disappear ,so we pray that we can just leave and go away where? to a better place that was promise to us if we are in faith and follow Jesus ways so they take out religion in all our schools so we can get what we want and parish in our spiritual day, the wise say shrewdness of the followers of Satan’s that why they will live in hell before they’ll be buried in their grave it’s pathetic and an unmorally life style so I don’t have nothing else to say, good bye we are lost without Jesus Christ for we are already in hell but we don’t have to remain here, lets all leave in a spiritual way when jesus comes for us, godbless

Well it's one of days again where im looking at a picture of Ding. Recalling her smiles, her eyes, the she speak I realized even before she went to heaven she already had open wings. She has morals, a kind hurt heart, brilliant mind, the heart of Jesus. She's was everyDING. Even today you're the reason I get up for and stay up in the dark. You stay on my mind at night but you were my light you are my spark. If you were here beside me. I'd give you hugs and a kisses, But since you're with Jesus. I'll tenderly reminisce it. Some folks may need to write. others need a final good by. Many spend a long time grieving, and can't do much but cry. Remember that song mom use to sing to us ?Our favorite lullaby. We'll I've written the song for you because I know you'll like it a little better with a little more style. My nature could cause me to grieve away for hours. I could run to the cemetery with oodles of flowers. You're the reason I get up, brush my teeth, and use the showers.I know it seems as though I cant function without thoughts of you on my minds. But I think of you often with Jesus so thats why I go to church and sing Let Shine Let Shine Let It Shine. You've brighten my day in your own special way, Like a rainbow that brights the sky. Then we just wonder why? Like a shinny star that lights the nigh. We wish we could hold you tight. Baby girl I know you miss me let out its al righ. I miss you too evry day and especially when the full moon is full. But down here I have faith in Him Ill see you soon I'm on roll. typing my emotion on paper,on my computers.many typos.Just letting it out slow.So I write this poem to you to express my feelings in better words as get on my knees I pray so it can be better heard. This is what I have to tell you. written by oudawn Today as I sat in the midst of despairHurting and crying, grasping for air I know its time to say my final goodbyeYet, I can not now, all I do is cry. Nothing can prepare me for this dayBecause quite too soon, you've gone away I promise to go on with my lifeReminiscing of memories, of things so nice Yes, I know I've got to take a standAlways remembering you, my sister-a great women nowAs I woke this morning, the tears had goneIn my heart I know, I'm not aloneYou left me with something so dearNo matter where! You'll always be nearThe hurt and pain has seemed to easeMy sis, I know this makes you pleasedI'm taking it one day at a time, My Ding, my Ding, I'm doing just fine..written by soemone else mastered by myself oudawn REST IN PEACE, IN GOD HANDS!!

Who am i?i am gods secret agent.with a hat covering my face as a mask.why a hat ?so people wont assume I have a halo or maybe im an angel.im no angel,i have sins or maybe horns.where thoughts of my pass sting me like two cursed thorns.praying and forgiving it all part of the way we should live as a christian.yet i am just trying to fullfill gods given task.i hardly speak due to lack of courage to discribe words.so i speak my mind on page of a blog with my rage of faith immulating verbs.trying to connect,compose,inspirational words that no one has ever heard.As the pages turn on the internet.sometimes being lost with a mistaken click.trying to hit back and refresh but it dissapears like a illussion like a magic trick.as i think of who next should I pick.to speak to, to witness.i am gods secret agent with a hat as a mask.if i can get one person to read their bible god will see me as not of doubt but a source thats really reliable.if i can get a second person to go to church then hopefully god will forgive me of all my sins and wrongs where ive forgotten to repent, all my dirt.if i can get another person to become baptised only to let you realized that god is real and he really does have a good side.but being save doesnt mean your garuntied heaven. you were just being nutralized to prepare for the challange.haveing faith in god is a challange ,but you can do it.the power is within.its only hidden.as thoughts,suspends in the hard drive just waiting to load i think shes the one next. she already admires me maybe i can touch her heart mentally.im to shy to do this in real life but for now it serving its purpose.trying to fill you with thought, emotion and ideas of god in your head just letting it linger.questions waiting to be answered.then god finnaly does but only leading to more questions.more questions,questions,questions then answers makes the mind weak of confusing delusion,not reading the bible will not allow you to know about the conclusion. that lies beyond this life we are living in.does god really exist or do you know but you’re enjoying sin ,resisting.should we change for the sake of changing or change for the sake of being happy,or for the promise of being saved.or maybe just to rearranging our daily activities in our lives so you wont have to live through so much misery.Misery,is it really that or is the absences of Jesus soul in you that prevent from gaining deliverence,from sins.delivererence,where we'll we go when we are thats stage.to a place where everybody is nice,with no desease and eternal life.Life,what is the purpose of life? some will come to a conclusion that is all about having fun taking t shirts off and just being able to bath in the sun. some will go towards love but for me life is all about god .with god you have everything that reason we are human beings.i am god secrat agent with a hat as a mask.ok i ran out of thoughts and ideas next time ill use better words brb lol

‘Goodbye’ The word ‘Goodbye’ has been used to many times in past and present. You say ‘Goodbye’ over and over; it’s a word with no meaning now. You tell me how you think you’re the center of everything, I hate it. I hate the way you say I will never leave you. I hate the way you cut your wrists in the meaning of me. Every single cut every single scar, is you cutting my heart. You cut your self to see and a reminder that your still alive. Cut after cut, scar after scar… They stay on you all your life. Your drinking, smoking and cutting your life away. And don’t ever think for one moment that I don’t care. You need help and you need it now. You need to learn how to breathe on your own. I don’t understand your ways… I try to understand, I try and help. But matters only get worse, so I stay away… You seem to get better. Then if ‘Goodbye’ makes you better, why does it hurt so much? I want you to get better, you tell me your better, but the cuts say your not. You don’t need me to keep you standing tall. You can do it on your own; all you need is the right help. And its not from me, it cant be me. You’ve cut me away. Ki..

Hmm here's one I wrote a week ago GRIM So you've come at last Black Robe, face of bone Eyes like tiny stars I laugh in your face. You may be the guide But I am the adventurer You only let me pass You are forever damned The loneliest of all creatures The Grim Reaper ASHLEY It started out with just two people It started out with me and you Never occurred to me then You’d go behind my back like you do I wish I’d known at the time You were just playing me to get to her How could I have known you weren’t The kind of guy I thought you were Why did I make myself broken I’m so tired of those lies you tell I was looking for something special But I was still under your spell I took the butcher knife in my hand And pointed it straight at my heart I thought I wouldn’t miss it Because you’d torn it apart So when they blade pierced my chest Bleeding softly on the closet floor I realized there was more to life than you Sitting on the steps of death’s door Yet now I knew it was too late Final steps in life’s dance I tried taking in the fading closet Wishing for a second chance I should have asked someone to help me Told my mother what you’d done to me And now I can’t tell my folks I’m sorry If you think you can Tell them that for me.

I write short story type things. I used to have a ton of poems that I wrote after high school... but I don't know where they are!

Betrayal Using a needle with a long, slender point he injected my heart with his sin I looked up to the Gods and I screamed out for help as his poison bled quietly in And I cried out in the name of love but no answer came from the Gods up above He was sliding so far inside of my skin he was pushing that damn needle again until I was tearing and bleeding within I was drowning in his evil sin And he cried out in the name of love still no answer from the Gods above My soul hit the floor and it shattered apart I saw his eyes glitter as he ripped out my heart He lifted his arms and they turned into wings And he covered my body and tore it apart And we cried out together in the name of hate Betrayal and death had become my cruel fate.