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The boy sits in the corner crying, Weeping into his pitiful hangs. He is only five years old. He has no clue as to what happened. He just sits the..

Always wanting to Be myself. Cant help feeling Defeated. Eating away at my Faith. Growing more and more Hatred and still being Intrigued by r..

written 7.4.04

One of my first "story" poems. Let me know what you think.

Turn back the clock Turn back time Make everything the way it use to be. Turn back the broken heart Turn back the love Make eveything the way i..

Once I saw a shiny light, A light so bright That it burnt to the touch. Once I saw a starry man, A man so blank That it was impossible to talk ..

written while in high school in the mid to late 90s.

The Eye Holds all the beauty within. The gate way to the soul So, they say. As, Igaze into her eyes My heart sinks deep Into my chest. My sho..

I just knew in my heart That we where always ment for Each other. You, had a different view. "We are really good friends" You said..

It was that one time, When we where alone together, In that town, For the whole weekend. We drank alittle bit. We had so much fun. Each night, ..