Ok, this one right here is weird. At first I started writing it about a girl, then I changed it to me. This one is also the one that the teacher commented on and said that she really liked, and thought it was a good represention of me. So here we go.… more »
Don't You Just Hate It
Those who drag you through the mud
Are just trying to wash you clean
Those who are lights on your stains
Are the ones trying to remove them
Being of good intentions is easy
But being of right motives is hard
Showing your… more »
Walking Through The Desolate
In the hills, my path has been made
straight. As I look down I see my
boots. There torn, ripped and have seen better
days. I can't go back and change them now
or the whole journey will be lost,
for they remind me… more »
Here is the next part of me looking back at my junior year of high school. This poem is about people who hate. Its that simple. I think I was just mad at people, or something like that. I was trying not to get too mad though.
The Soul of A Killer… more »
This is part of my ongoing reflection of the poetry I wrote my junior year in high school. I wrote this poem one night cause I was mad at people, and I hated the way people were, and how they all acted the same.
Who wants to change?
Not… more »
Here is Poem number two of me looking back at my Junior year of High School, and what I was writing and thinking, and stuff like that.
As I Come In The
This place has burned to charcoal
It sometimes tries to light itself
So it smoke, but it cannot… more »
Well I think I promised you guys this last night, so I will actually follow through. Here is the first Poem. Keep in mind that I wrote this about four years ago, and I am not saying that this is good, but it is what I was writing four years ago.… more »