My Sucky Poetry

If my intro hasn't scared you off, please, read on!

Becoming Less of Me
My vision is blurred by thoughts of you
Why won't you let me be?
Every time I close my eyes
You're all I ever see.
I don't really mind,
Since I love you,
But thoughts of you color
Whatever I do
And every time I close my eyes,
I become less of me and more of you.
editor's note: strangely enough I wrote this before the album containing an eerily similar song by Linkin Park came out. I did not steal the lyrics or idea at all. Thank you.

Insanity: On the Outside Looking In
Standing on the edge of sanity,
Trying to see in
Trying to find what others see
But to me remains hidden.
I want to know what makes you sane,
But to my sane adds an -in.
Why won't you tell?
Why won't you say?
Why won't you let me out to play?
Do I really have to stay
On the outside looking in?

Whining Sniveling Mess
You throw yourself in a deep, dark hole
But cry when you cannot get out.
You see the rope dangling before you
But don't take it because you fear to haul yourself out.
You see the ladder leaning against the wall
But you don't try it because you fear to climb.
Why do you complain,
Sitting there in your self-made hole
When you have so many ways out
But refuse to take them?

Nose Poetry
Typing with her nose,
she found,
Described her situation exactly.
It was dizzying,
aggravating,
and generally unpleasant.
However, she found,
as with most things
of this nature,
She was good at it.
And like always,
it was difficult to stop,
so she kept going,
typing with her nose
into eternity.
(original actually typed with nose)

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Dance in the flames of your childhood, Love,
And dance in the hall of the king.
Dance in the hall of the prophet, child,
Where you can see everything.
Heartbreak is not fixed by knowing,
And knowing won't bring back the king.
So dance in the flames of your childhood, Love,
And know that you can't do a thing.