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Alright, I feel I might as well show off my stuff, since I've seen a lot of other people post their work. So here's a few of my poems. A lot of the stuff I do is kind of dark. . .

Red Tears

On a dark night
When black velvet stretched across
The sky,
I came walking down the street.
Trees stretched over my head
All of them gnarled and bare,
And the moon shone high above.
My feet took me to a park,
And I came across a man
Who cried red tears.
He gazed upon me with age-old eyes
Set in a face
Beautifully cold like glittering diamonds,
And more terrifying than the fiercest demon.
I looked into those eyes
And knew he was the one who drew me here.
I know I should have been afraid,
But all I felt was pity for this being
Who wasn’t really a man.
And because I pitied him,
I sat beside the man who cried red tears
Under the black velvet sky,
And asked how he had lived
Since the night he lost his life.
He told me in his quiet voice
Of the piercing bite he was given
To bring him to the other side,
And of the same bite he now used to kill.
He said it was all for the blood,
That crimson life moving through the body.
And he could not live without it
Flowing down his throat
In sweet, delicious swallows.
And those red tears rose in his eyes
As he told me of the centuries he had spent
Hiding from the light.
For once it came he had to hide,
Only the living can come out in the day.
That was when I realized
Why he had come.
For there was a pink rim forming to the west,
The sun was rising.
And the man who cried red tears would die,
Just like he wanted to.
So I asked my last question,
Why he had brought me here
And he smiled as he said to me
That he had wanted to talk,
Just once more.
And give away all the secrets
He had kept these long years.
Then the sun burst over the horizon
In a rainbow of violent color,
And the man who cried red tears
Died for the final time.

Fly In Fright

One little word a small friend tells me
I feel for a boy.
I try to deny,
But this word only pushes to reach me where I lie.
In fright I fly to my nest to hide.
Only to see questions rolling through my mind.
I fly to be rid of them
And return with answers.
Mostly yes
Yes to this little word
I supposedly feel for a boy.
Yes that terrifies me,
So that I wish to fly.
But there is a no.
A sole no against all others.
Still I fly to cry in delight to the sky
No!
And get back yes.
All answer yes.
In fright I fly to my small friend where I cry
One question for her to know.
With one little word in return.

Thank you! I post my stuff everywhere it seems, my myspace, deviantart, gaia journal, and now here. But I don't always get a response from it. . . confused Which confuses me when i see other's post their work, with tons of responses.

The Fire

This soul is too far gone
Dragged under by the drugs and alcohol.
Heart shriveled and mind twisted,
Nothing is whole anymore.

The others gave up long ago
Eyes turning away from this thing
That once was human,
Before he fell from the world.

So they shut him away
In the room so dark.
Left with only pounding,
The music filled with screeches and pain.

He turns it up
And takes another hit.
Dives into his bottle for another swim,
But no one comes to drag him out.

The music reaches its screaming climax
As his heart bumps for the final time.
The drugs shot him too high, as the drink dragged him under.
Crash, he fell into the fire.

. . . The inspiration for this poem was an odd mix of Jones Soda, NOZ, and jogging to Stone Sour for 20 minutes. Oh, and the most important part, Zee Crazy Hobo's SYOTOS. . . I wonder how she's gonna feel about that! *laughs*

Um. HI?? No more people. . .Sad. crying

XD Thanks!!

I think its partly from where my inspiration comes from. For the past two poems it was a lot of things that are bad for my body, culminating in 20 minutes on a treadmill and some Stone Sour. . . I think anyone's writing would be a little insane after that!