wrote two new poems. road trip's a hoot and i actually wrote it on one! wow.

What They Didn't See
It seems to me that when someone dies, all we can do is think of our own pain.
Maybe we should see more into what their pleasure is now that they're gone.

Because
The more wrong we are, the better we become
since we now know what to expect, and can teach
others more thoroughly.

Knots
Ever been in love, yet that person is doing
his worst to show that he doesn't care? It hurts, people.
(However the ordeal is over for me!! :)

Wooden Planks
My escape from the world is music, on one type on instruments. I wrote this
when a certain organization of dancers started to piss
me off with their definition of what music is.

A Love Poem
You're finally with that one you love. Will it last?

Cupidity
This is more of a descripition. It's the true definition of what a player leaves me feeling like: totally confused.

More
The title has nothing to do with the content. It's venting what I hate about my writing class. I think we waste our time in there. Read.

untitled
This poem sounds really demented and scary, but frankly I was just bored.

Again
It's about birds and the freedom they take full advantage of.

road trip
This is what I think makes road trips fun. The variety, the way you never know whats going to happen. It's really funny too -- poor Eric. No association with the movie, thank you.