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I am not a poet. I am a life giver and a life taker. Poems make life out of nothingness, and take life from everything if they are not expressed, they breath life into a whole new world and then wither and die when forgotten. I will try and make poems that will never be forgotten, but they will, in a day, in a month, in a year, in a hundred years, my words will wither and die.

Words
Words are how I express my self and I don’t let the words sit on a shelf and gather dust I say them cause it’s a must, words are meant to be expressed not depressed, words fly through the sky until they catch someone’s eye then they read it they need it, love it hate it but don’t dictate it and tell me not to write how I feel cause that has no appeal.
Broke My Heart
I’m trying to figure out where to start, I can’t believe you broke my heart after all I did for you now I scarcely have a clue, ive dropped my pace, I want to see your face, you look beautiful as ever and your still as clever, I see what your are like but the pain is like a pike, you jabbed it in through my heart, and its torn me apart why’d you do this to me? I don’t know what to do cant you see? You know you were the only one now its all smashed and done, you held my heart in your fingers I guess that’s why the pain lingers. Next time I see you, you know what ill do? I’ll look into your eyes and say my goodbyes.

New Hope
With the pain I couldn’t cope but now you’ve given me new hope. You said it could work later on when schools all said and done. Now when I look into your eyes I now longer have to cries. Please God let this work out please don’t make me in you doubt. I used to think my world would end but now it’s taken a bend, down the good and right road, it’s the one I once strode. The one full of great bliss, filled with nothing but happiness

Anger
Anger, anger it’s a danger first you expect it not then without a thought it builds till it fills you inside and out, it makes you wanna shout, makes you wanna kill and one day you will then it’ll be 25 to life and then you’ll wish for a knife to do it again and what then? Will you be happy or sad and sappy cause your now on death row didn’t ya know? Ya know what you could’ve done? So you would be havin fun, not waiting to die you could’ve not done an eye for an eye you could’ve controlled it and not thrown that fit witch caused you to kill if you will, please bear with me cause don’t you see? Because of the danger of anger you killed, that’s blood you spilled


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