

the life of a poetThe life of a poet It is sad to be a poet Whether the world really knows it The world is different in our eyes Its like the rest of the world is fooled by a disguise We see the darkness more than the light And tend to drift to the side of the night We can not cope forever this way And often times struggle to survive the day Yet struggle we dothe life of a poet
Why I can not say The darkness makes life seem unbearable Our emotions run strong And we see less right than we do wrong The good news is that the good we see Is only magnified by all the evil around it And t


YOU HAD NO RIGHTYou had no right To rip my heart from my chest Hold it to your breast And squeeze till there was nothing left But you did And all I got was a lesson in the end That emotions should be hidden Because something s your just better to rid Yourself of in every way Every day keep awayYOU HAD NO RIGHT
From thoughts of joy and gladness Because you end up with numbing pain and sadness And this is love The thing that was supposed to be like a warm glove That was supposed to make you warm and safe A lie Thats all it is And I hope you die A horrible death &


Thunder StruckThunder StruckThunder Struck
The thunderous impact upon my back,
Should cause a break, at least a crack. But no its intact , in fact it brings joy, The pain is a toy and I the boy
Again and again I withstand the blow. Another steel chair, another Pharmaceutically Gifted show. Not really pain rather a release A lasting means of reaching peace
Like a drug I’m addicted By joy the pain is contradicted John and Josh play take turns with the toy A behemoth man of seven feet Walks in from Main Street
He asks for a whack so I offer my back With a
Thanks for the comments. LOL, yeah the common theme would be my vast love of death, pain and supernatural crap. Ive got to be your little sister...
Anyways, a certain someone on here wrote a poem about me and drunk dialing. It's really funny. You should check it out.
TTYL
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And now that you're here it just feels like I'm constantly dreaming...
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