Ok so I know I ragged on a few of ya'all for having bad poetry and so I
wanted to give you some ammo to shoot at me. Trust me you are going to
want to hurt yourself after reading some of these things. These are four
of my poem from early this year... Have fun...
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*Theft

The alcohol is in my veins and all my friends are out because of beer.
I slip into the darkness and let my inhibitions disappear.
Silently wandering in the darkness I flow like a ghost never to appear.
The knife slips out so silently and beams in the night striking fear.
I find my Jon and take my place getting ready for the tear.
The knife slips in so easily and cuts the screen like butter.
Slip your hands inside and push the glass so hope they don’t hear.
Drop inside and see her there I must be quiet to disappear.
I take the loot and walk right out never to reappear.
Too easy to tear, appear and shed a tear before I disappear.

*Single

Ah to be lonely and free...Tis a double sided sword, I am free to roam
and do as I please but then there is a void in my life...Oh tis a lonely
road, life, I came in alone and I'll leave alone why not travel through
life alone too?

*Depression(Tiff):

Alone I sit in the dimly lit room.
I wonder how I screwed it up this time.
I barley knew the girl and I screwed it up.
A few words here and I was dead.
She was so beautiful.
So lovely.
Everything I ever wanted.
And because of a word I am done.
My prison is my room.
Never to leave again.
Heart is dead now.
Because of one word.
Girlfriend….

*Girl-Friend

Excitement arises in me as I open the letter.
It has been a long time since I heard from her.

The letter opens and a new window opens.
My eyes flash and I am filled with joy.

I am accepted back.
My face flashes and is taken by a smile.

No more dark prisons.
I am a friend, a Boy-Friend.

And she…
She is my Girl-Friend…

They're quite good. That first one sounds a lot like a confession
though.

maybe it is... Maybe it isn't... It is a mystery that may never be known
to one but myself

I welcome sorrow against my broken wings alittle less temper
that broke me free insanity taking the reins let me sit in my sins and
pray it to one day to stop. My life is gone now here I stoke the journey
next not a thrill but a joke. So staying and being broke I lay my head
in my hands and staying drunk is the only way out and into the fire. I
seldom think of the curiosity of the slut that took my reality, but in
the time my prison for now is my being.

wow!
good poems,
and wow!
cool tag

good energy in your work..try not to be so wordy..just write what is
real. if you go back and take out words the work becomes more powerful..