Writing

(Now I want understood that the poems I hold here are not what I deem the best, nor are they all of the poems that I possess. I do not trust the internet much, and anything that I post here, I most likely don't care about, but either way, I certainly don't want people taking my crap, not that anyone would want to.) When I post something I'm proud of I'll let the world know. Until then, read some lame poems, or better yet, read my guide to a better life. Oh yeah and don't look at the poem "The Hell In Which I Live" and think that my guide to a better life is a hellish one, because it's not. Just because a person writes something doesn't mean it refers to them, let alone that it is true. So no, I do not live in a Hell in any sense of the word, nor do I plan to. I plan to wander the earth as a ghost and become captured in pictures and such.

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I didn't mean to hurt you,
never meant to treat you wrong.
I only wanna love you
till the dusk gives way to dawn.

I only wanna see you
in my dreams or in my arms.
I only wanna love you--
I won't cause you any harm.

I need you
running right beside me.
I need your
soul filled up inside me.
I feel you'll
never ever know
that I love you
more than Heaven's glow...

The Hell In Which I live

I know you never tried to hurt me
but you broke me anyway.
My feet are hurtin' cause I'm kicking
myself against the wall.
I got nightmares of you laughin'
putting me down again.
You're the only one
who kept me from
the hell in which I live.

I took all the shit you gave me
and I gave it to a bum.
He seemed to recognize your face
from your picture in a frame.
I asked him if he really knew you
and he started to walk away.
He said, "She's the only one
who kept me from
the hell in which I live."

I had to find her.
She was an angel in disguise.
I'm gonna bind her
and keep her reaching for the skies.
She's gonna take what I give--
The hell in which I live.