I wrote these for school they are featured else where on the internet. And one is published by poetry.com.

This one has a title, but it is a REALLY bad one so...
Paint
Painting
Colors; they love to dance
Across my canvas
Without my mind knowing
What is going to happen to them
They ask to be
Put into a sensible form, who am I to
refuse?
Words
Writing
They ask to be painted
Into something the mind can
Grasp
Something my body can understand
Something that can be taken in
And yet
Left
On the canvas, where painting and words
Collide and
Belong.


This one was written like AGES ago, back when I was a emo kid.

Ponderings of a Well-Known Nobody
Bitted and bridled
Tied up with chains
I feel nothing
Nothing but pain

Cuts and scratches
A feeling I can't halt
I can't help but wonder
is this all my fault?

Crimson and dripping
I cut myself deep
I try to hide the scars
But I am not discreet

Red upon white
My blood on my skin
I cry out for help
And am ignored by my kin

Tears on my face
A feeling so alone
I wish I could cut deeper
Straight to the bone

Chains at my wrists
They keep holding me back
A feeling of completion
Is just one thing I lack

Blade at my wrist
This is the end
With no one to love me
Death is my friend

But you do love me
And you let those feelings show
I hope you know I love you too
And never leave me all alone

With the softness of your whisper
And the subtlty of a kiss
We are now together forever
I never thought this feeling could exist