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Here is somethings I have wrote over the years. Many well basically all are poems I have wrote.


"AGAIN"


So it happens once again

The pain rushes over him

Swallows him whole.

Tears him apart

From the inside out

Rips him into little shreds

Leaving a battered shell of a human

Who blocks out the world

Blocks out feeling

Blocks out nothing

He thought he had nothing to lose

But it appears he lost it all.


LIFE


What is life?
Is it really anything but a dream?
A mindless sleep we live?
Do we really exist?
Are we here?
What do we do here?
Are we here for no purpose?
Why do we live?
Why do we go on?
What is the point?
There is none.
We are all just here for amusement.
No purpose
No beginning
No end
Just always
Here

"Her"


Her eyes twinkle in the light
Her hair, is a crimson color, only seen in my dreams,
Her skin, is as soft and smooth as silk,
And looks as creamy as fresh, cold milk.
When I look at her,
And hear her voice,
My heart beats faster,
It has no choice.
My stomach flutters endlessly,
I only wish,
That she could see,
How much her love,
Means to me.

My Heart


What is here?
Here is a place no one has ever been,
But they know it exists.
Here is somewhere,
But no where still.
Here is a place no one visits,
But once they are there they always stay.
Here is a place only one soul can ever find,
It exists for that soul purpose of being found.
Here is a heart.
It lies open for the world to see,
To step on, to ruin, to destroy,
It lies and waits for that one person,
To pick it up and save it,
To love it like its own.
But for my heart no one comes.
For my heart runs and hides,
Because it has been stepped on,
Trampled, destroyed by countless others,
My heart dies.
Knowing that the special soul is gone,
Never to find me.
My heart is in darkness and bereaved of light.
My heart is gone now.
It died for no one,
Yet it died for all.