SOME OF MY POEMS

Following are a few of many poems I've written, do not take my poems as a way of judgeing my personality:

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EVIL WAYS

Total heat and dark depression,
beating out from hellbound souls
screaming their hateful; sinful ways
tempting Christians from glory's arms
They mock the Christian's every flaw,
and make belief there's no forgiveness,
They say since you're already damned,
just cause more problems, for more fun.
They take a low self-esteem,
and turn their eyes, to devil lies.
Makeing slowly all impure,
and full of evils dead life.

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~LIFE & LOVE~

Life.
A pointless destination.
Meant as a battlefield between good and evil.
What is good and evil?
Every day we do the same things,
like mindless robots.
Freedom is requested, usually in vain,
and so everyone does what's expected.
Continuing until death.
Saddness.
The feeling of death.
Also felt when people "hurt".
Or when someone looses love.
Love.
Also pointless in a case.
For times you follow relationship rules.
and claim a love and happiness,
but then you break up.
Saddness.
Like death.
Life and Love are one the same.

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LOST LOVE

Teenager in body.
Child in the mind.
When I looked for love.
Never could I find.
I told a boy I liked him.
He told me he did back.
But when it came to real love...
it's something he did lack.
At first he acted sweet,
and protected me with heart.
But slowly he did wander,
and we shortly fell apart.
Now he seems to hate me,
and could care less if I died.
No more can I fight for him.
No more shall I try!

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JEALOUSY

There he was again.
Always there with her.
Jealousy.
There she goes again.
Kissing his sweet lips.
Jealousy.
Even though I've liked him forever.
Never will it matter.
Jealousy.
Even though I've cared forever.
Never will he know...
Jealousy.
I see her care for him when sad.
I see him return the favor.
Jealousy.
I yearn to go and help him too.
I yearn to kiss his sweet lips.
Jealousy.
One day I just go tell him.
Exactly how I feel.
Finally he sees me.
The jealousy is hers.