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Poetry!! Some of this is mine, but some of it isnt. I will tell you who they are by.

This rose I have in my hand,

is a rose I got for you.

You say that I don't care for you,

this rose will say I do.

Even though there is only this one,

this rose means many things.

This rose could say more to you,

than a million diamond rings.

It could say how freely,

I was swept away,

by your many charms.

It could tell you of the tenderness,

I felt in your arms.

Ask this rose anything,

it will let you know.

It will tell you,

how senseless I was,

to let you go.

It will tell you to consider

and just try once to see....

If you have it in your heart,

to forgive a man like me.

This poem was written by my brother-in-laws brother for his mother. I thought it was sweet.

Sweet Angel

Sweet Angel,

Soaring high above the earth,

Watching, listening, learning, feeling.

Hear my plea,

And watch over me.

My Sweet Angel,

When I weep,

Dry my tears,

When I'm hurt,

Take my pain,

And return happiness.

As I sing,

Hear my words,

And give me voice.

Oh Dear, Sweet Angel,

When I laugh, Smile down upon me.

When I love,

Show me the way.

Oh Sweet Angel,

When it rains,

Sweep away my clouds,

And make the sun shine upon me.

And Oh Sweet Angel,

When I lay down to sleep,

Make the moon and stars shine bright.

~Me

This Is Hell

Damn People!

Damn Life!

Damn Society!

Damn World!

Damn it all to hell!!

Why must I put up with it all.

It's all rediculous.

It's all messed up.

Why bother,

The pain don't go away,

It's here to stay.

To hell with this they call life,

It isn't nothin' but a bunch of bull.

To hell with Society,

It isn't what you see.

To hell with people,

They treat you like a pile of shit.

All needing a reality check.

To hell with this world,

To put up with War and Poverty.

Damn it all to hell!

People give life,

Life is society,

Society rules the world.

You know what I think?

If we're all here now,

There has to be some point,

A point to why we have to put up with all this bull.

A point to why we kill,Or why we are killed.

A point to why we are born,

Or why we die.

A point to why we have laws,

Or why we disobey the law.

It's all life,

That's why we are stuck here,

Living in hell.

~Me

Mind's Journey

Close your eyes.

Let's go on a journey.

See that road?

Take a walk down it.

Don't go too far,

Or you might find yourself at the beginning.

Go straight until you see a fork in the road.

Take a left at the fork.

Watch out for the souls,

They might try to steal yours.

Keep walking until you come to a big boulder.

Watch out for the holes,

You might break your neck.

Now, Open your eyes. Don't worry about the problems ahead.

Don't let your mind take over your body,

You wont get there in time,

You'll be dead,

Frightened by your own mind.

Sweet nightmares,

And Goodnight my child.

~Me

Laying in My Bed

Closing my eyes,

Laying down to rest,

Breathing uncontrolably.

Thinking of a past that has gone wrong,

Hoping for a future.

As I lay here and weep,

I see my life come and gone.

Wishing it was different,

Glad it was the same.

As I lay here thinking.

I close my eyes for the final time,

Taking my last breath,

As I die, laying here in my bed.

~Me

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