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I LOVE to write poerty...in all of my spare time its what i do
here r some of my favorite poems i hope u like them. biggrin

THE REAL THING
love isnt just about happiness and having a ball
its actually not like that, not at all
love is just the mixture of sadness and hate
but no one ever realizes it until its too late
the sadness is getting your heart broken
along with the feel of it burning and smokin
your heart turns blue as you catch a flu
but not just a flu, a flu of loneliness and depression
along with a hint of aggression
the hate is your heart turning full black
it is not a feeling anyone could lack
hate is that fire withing the sadness
it is full of danger and madness
the hate in your heart takes everything
not even to leave a slight something
not happiness, not sadness, not even the bit of joy
hate is not something to mess with, hate is not a toy
so next time you see someone who seems to be in love
just remember from above
that love isnt just about happiness and having a ball
its not like that not at all

LIFE IS...
life is fun
life is scary
life is a time you need to be wary
life is a flower dieing of age
life is an animal sick with rage
life is long
life is short
life is the torture of every sort
life is the puddle you jumped into
life is a time that feels quite new
life is hard
life is easy
life is the time where people are sleezy
life is the wind blowing through your hair
life is a time when people dont care
life is good
life is bad
life is a time where people make you sad
life is the heat of a summers day
life is a time when children play
life is sour
life is sweet
life is a time when some things are neat
life is the death of a poor young lad
life is the time you wish you had
life is happy
life is sad
life is a time when everyone gets mad
life is the pain within your heart
life is our families split apart

MY PLACE
i go to a place with no one around
in this place, there is not a sound
in this place, there is not a thing
this is the place where i can peacefully sing
when i come here, i make the rules
here, we do not have the need for tools
this is a place of my own mind
anyone that is here, is very kind
i pick the objects, i pick the places
in this place, i pick all faces
i pick where i want to be, and what i want to do
when there are people here, there are very few
youll see flowers here and there
you could probably see them everywhere
i love this place so peacful and quiet
and not to hear a single riot
nothing bad ever happens here, and not too much too good
but i wouldnt get in trouble, no matter where i stood
there isnt too much to do, and not much around
but this place was something i found
no one can see it, only myself
in my little place, you may even spot an elf
this place is everything that no man could believe
if you ever came here, you would never want to leave
there is nothing better than being here
and in this place, i'll never have the reasons to shed a tear

WHY
i only have one question and that is why
why must you always make me cry
why do you toture me with complaints and commands
giving the feel of constricting me with thousands of bands
the feeling of a tree fallen apon my head
or even death within my own bed
i dont understand why you do this to me
filling my life with horrifying misery
i just dont understand it, thats why i wonder
but everything i hear from you just sounds like thunder
all the yelling and screeming, its just too much
so much pain with your every touch
i want to know why you do this to me
i need to change this horrid destiny
i just need one moment all to myself
i need to get out of your torturous shelf
please, just stop, stop all this now
how can i stop this. i need to know how
what should i do, what can i handle
to get rid of this pain of a burning candle
i now have a solution, and its what i shall do
and what i am thinking, its nothing new
i dont want to do it, but i have no choise
i know it should be done, but with not a noise
i just cant take it, this needs to end
all this torture, it needs to bend
a little less torture or even no pain
if something doesnt happen, i'll go insane
i'll give it one day, one day for a change
but i know, till that day, i'll need to arrange
but oh well, its too late
i cant wait any longer, i know my real fate
i say my farewell and my helo to god
but to you my friend, just a slight nod
though life wasnt perfect, i have to admit
i will miss living quite a bit
but all that torture, i can now ignore
but sadly my pain still feels quite sore
im happy to leave all that pain and misery
but now i wonder, what will happen to me