|
intensified_poet_05
|
read my profile
sign my guestbook
Name: the guy you hated. Country: United States State: Kansas Gender: Male
Interests: writing poetry.hating everthing thats living. destroying things one way or another. Expertise: it would scare you. Occupation: Student Industry: Other
Message: message me Yahoo: whicker457
Member Since:
5/14/2005
|
|
| [if only i had a time machine]
letters to you,
for you,
and it's not for who,
you were back then,
but right now,
and write then,
letters broken,
not touched,
unspoken,
a winner,
or a failure,
letters of regret,
can't change,
what's set,
letters of frustration,
and adaptation,
of the things surounding,
the binding sensation,
letters of denial,
letters of miss use,
of abuse,
there is no excuse,
letters of coplication,
of temptaion,
hard to resist,
letters chosen,
not to be complete.
[intensified_poet_05]
| | |
| [fact or fiction]
Here i sit wondering if,
God is real or just a myth,
fact or fiction,
fake or real,
its my desition,
how do you feal,
if what i write seems to matter,
why the fuck does it seem like chatter,
if you can prove its not a lie,
go ahead its worth a try,
christianity is pretty crazy stuff,
is it true or just a bluff,
you dont have to read this,
you dont have to listin,
cause right now im in submission.
[intensified_poet_05]
| | |
| [Blue]
right now i feel so frustrated,
i feel out dated,
by a fucking monster that i created,
the moment has past,
my time is up,
sorry man your out of luck,
if i didnt wait,
if i didnt delay,
this would be all out of my way,
that way iwouldnt have to write,
this fucking poem right now tonight,
WHY AM I SO FUCKING STUPID!!!
[intensified_poet_05] | | |
| [small things]
knife in hand,
hold it tight,
slitting the wrist,
could'nt be more right,
the pain lurks somewhere inside,
its hard to hang on its a fucked up fight,
if i thought i had anything to lose,
i would'nt be here right now,
id be having to choose,
the hate mutating,
the choises relating,
to nothing i know,
cant remember its fading,
you cant help me you wont understand,
i sit right here with death in my hand,
in the way i walk,
in the way i talk,
i feel it now,
i want it to end.
[intensified_poet_05] | | |
| 
JOEY WANTS YOU FOR THE U.S. ARMY! | | |
|