When I Look At…
When i look at the sun
I just want to have fun
When i look at the sky,
I see all the birds going by,
When i look at the clouds,
it makes me so proud
When I look at the grass,
it makes me want to dance.
When i look at some bees,
It makees me want to flee.
When I look at a lake,
I just want to make a cake.
Wishing Star
Deep.
kamikaze antelope.
<b>Everything</b>
Right now is his worst
Right now he is useless
Right now he is hopeless
Didn’t last long
First always seems worst
First kiss, love… something more
Three words spoken
Ignored as lunacy
Right now he angers
Right now he hungers
Pulls the pillow closer
Wipes his face
Thinks deeply
If what was said is true
All of it makes no sense
Words cut deeper than one knows
And those words had cut deepest of all
The times shared… what were they worth?
Seems superficial
What was so wrong with him?
so quickly it was ended
none of the ends mended
cut off and cauterized
where does the truth begin and the lies end?
His body shakes
Revealing inner-loathing, long dormant
Lying awake for hours
Thinking, crying, hoping
Thinking of the past
Crying for the present
Hoping for a future with her
Why was it done?
What was so bad about him?
None of those he’d cared for cared for him
Three words they said just kept him away
From feeling needed… loved
His heart full of emptyness
Torn by the first
First always seems worst
First kiss, love… something more
His thoughts jumbled
Tosses them all aside for the thoughts of one person
He tortures himself, feeling she despises him
Never given him a chance
Always busy with something else
All of it kept inside
No one will insult him that way
No one will look down again, pity him
Yearning to let it be free
He keeps it inside, letting it be
Flipping through the pages of his mind
Reminiscing over things that never were
Slamming his hand down to feel corporeal
Telling everyone he’s fine, while seething within
Her lies, seen as truths
Still impossible to find
He wants all the pain to end
To find someone who cares about him
Sad beyond expression
Inexplicably morose
Ennui slowly sets in
Never wanting others to find out how weak he is
Never letting them know
Always so nice
So kind
So fucked up
Rarely does he worry about himself
His feelings, his life
Always keeping from inconveniencing others
Sacrificing self for the feelings of others
This is far from what he feels
Halls of tomes would need to just begin to explain his pain
The self-loathing, hopelessness, hatred… all this he truly feels
Nothing but love can help him
All his happiness, just a charade
Someone that cares for him
Too much to ask for?
Seems so
No suture
No release
If only he could show her how he feels
Shower her in affection that is kept inside
Feels so deeply for her
2 years it’s been held inside
Festering, seething
Unknowingly foolish for feeling this way
Vehement about his feelings for her
Feeling worthless and disallusioned without her love, her caring voice
Always feeling like a burden to her
Too busy to pay any attention to him
He finishes writing this, crying.
Why?
Everything.
<b>Wheels</b>
To see the smile on her face
To even have her nearby
Just to be near her
It would mean so much
If only for a moment
Her voice… a warm patch over the festering wound of his heart… his thoughts…
Searched for a way to rid himself of this, but nothing helps
Not even thoughts of her
Counter-production is what his switch is on
Stuck there for what seems eternity
He tries to talk to her about it
All he stammers is “well… nevermind”
His mind draped in a cloth
Only anger and sadness escapes
The anger defects, eats away at him like a plague
Slowly the cloth lifts
But all it is doing is preparing to cover him harder
Defeated and decimated
Lying in a pool of tears
Holding on with only torturous thoughts of her
Never letting her know
Fearing what she would think
Two years… the hell has lasted too long
Have to find a way out of it
An escape back to the happiness that was his ignorance
But there is no return to ignorance
No way to unthink thoughts
No way to undo events
No way to unwrite sad feelings
So he keeps this horrible circle going
Hoping and hoping, only to tear himself down at the first sign of failure
This is self-mutilation of the worst kind
Tearing apart his ethereal heart
Only needing a mere thought of her to do the deed
He’ll just brush this one off as your everyday depression
Just like the past two years.
Those that care, just don’t know
He does thank them for caring
Wishing he could feel better for their love
Her liking him would be nothing short of foolish
He sees no reason for her to pick him
She, so beautiful and graceful, can choose from anyone she wishes
Why waste her time with him
And so the wheel perpetually spins
Self-loathing is quite the good company
Especially when that’s all I can feel.
Two more short ones from me.
Footprints in the Snow
As I walk
I leave footprints
In the snow.
I don’t know
Why I care.
I don’t know
Why I do this.
No one else cares,
No one else
Will ever see
What I’ve done.
No one will know
What I did.
After all
They are all
I leave behind,
Footprints in the snow.
But in the end,
That is all
That we leave.
Footprints showing
Where we have been,
Showing what we have done.
The Path Less Travelled
Some days
I feel,
I’m walking
The same path
As everyone else.
But days like these
I know,
I walk
The path less travelled,
All alone
Where is it leading me?
Where am I going?
Who will I face when I get there?
These are things,
I don’t know.
But I do know,
Who I am.
And in that,
I trust.
To lead me,
Where I need,
Where I must,
Go.
Well here is my latest piece of work, what do ya think?
Angels
They watch
Over us,
Everyday,
Wherever we go,
Whatever we do.
As we go
Our separate ways,
And do our
Own thing.
They still watch,
They keep us
Safe.
We have said
Our goodbyes,
But I know
It was not
The last time.
They would
Not allow it,
To be.
We have shared
Too much,
In the past
For the future,
To be empty.
But until then,
They are what
Joins our hearts
Our souls.
Even when
Our bodies
Are not
Together.
That is how
I know,
You are safe.
And happy,
In all you do.
While we are apart.
Snow at night
I watch as the snow falls cascading down in an ethereal dance in the dark night sky
The first that land sacrifice their selves on the ground not yet cold enough to survive
After the sacrificial lambs come the foundations
They all fall on the ground and start collecting others turning the barren ground into small communities
Then the small colonies start merging, weaving the blanket that will shine foirth in all its glory the next day
This leaves me to wonder whichis more beautiful the celestial bodies of the night or the crystal blanket of the following day.
I HAVE ONE
Timmy,
Completely
Awesome,
Is
A
Human Being.
He is not mean.
He Is a cool Guy
He, Is a loser Noob
He Is a fan of the Game
Timmy likes to
Dance in The rain.
Sometimes Even in the
Snow, He does Love the snow.
Edit: Hey, what the… Why didn’t all the spaces show up 
The words make a little person!
There, I centered it in the quote. Put [ center ] at the beginning and [ /center ] at the end of the poem (minus spaces) and that will solve your problem
and here’s my poem
HTML
HTML Code is useful at times
Especially when centering poetry lines
To create something inside what you write
To enhance either goodwill or plight
But, most important it is used, you see
To keep your webpages flowing seamlessly
HTML, you are my hero, It’s true
But Since I wrote this, I am a n00b.
Of this poem, only one thing can be said
I wrote it solely from the top of my head
And for me it really didn’t take much thought
If you read this, You likely think I smoke pot
In massive amounts that kill brain cells
And make me forget my magical spells
I’m almost done with this and all is well
But this last verse had nothing to do with HTML
Wee, thanks 
Crimean warfare
a ship
a thousand wooden planks on fire, a vision
one million souls suffer before their rebirth
the sharks circle the water
they can smell the blood they can smell the blood they can smell it smell the blood I can smell the blood
a man inside the cabin
his tormenter rips out every single hair
one
by
one
by
one
by
one
chop off his fingers
chew off his toes
feet
hands
legs
arms
genitalsnoselipsTEETHEYESSKIN
let him live.
Let him live like this forever, scars healing
people burning all around him
an eye for an eye
Fenris stares angrily at humanity, gnawing at his chains
shingshingshingshingshing
A thousand shudder simultaneously
Unaware of what is to come
Shingshingshingshingshing
Exalted leaders and pariahs fall to the ground
Forests and flowers wilt
Oceans tremble…
ShingshingshingshingSHING
Flies attack willingly a million wasps
Chaos of the conformity a brain revolts against it’s owner
Rivers turn into urine and sulpher stench REEKS BURNING THE EYES OF THE SYCOPHANTS
THE MEEK SHALL INHERENT DESOLATION
SHINGSHINGSHINGSHINGSHING
I AM THE PROPHET OF THE IRON MACHINE
ALL OF THE FORMIDABLE SHALL FALL IN THEIR TIMID SHADOWS
a fortnight passes, the melding of the swords
the snake is finally killed
Midgard ist Niflheim.
forever reaching into light
songs familiar caress my ear
express emotions i cannot place
but i can feel
a multitude of spiral visions
enter minds with smell or sound
or perhaps a lonely flicker
of forgotten sight
the music crawls into my skin
embracing mind and soul and heart
catharsis flows inside my veins
a friendly drug
flowers conspire silently on the lawn
they speak of dew and aphids
those dreadful weeds
oh dear, did you SEE her stamen?
their social circle knits themselves in
maggots writhe in festering garbage nearby
happily rolling about in feces
eating of mouldy cheese and rancid meat
the flowers
look down upon the maggots with disdain
the maggots
do not look down upon anyone
both feed upon refuse
i would rather befriend a maggot.
we contest this mundane
context we’re put into
contend with your fellows
do not amend
depend
befriend
condemn
I can smell the blood too!
you’ll always be something
pushing paper
pulling properly proportioned people
push my pen into your
envelope
extract ink contract self
don’t think
thou shalt not kill
thou shalt not steal
thou shalt not
thou shalt not
thou shalt not
thou shalt push all of yourself in
death she is coming he is coming
to me to you all to us all
eventually
when i rot
putrescent and bloated i shall be
the earth will swallow me
remember what your mother told you
Dunno if this goes here… but… meh 
wanted it to be more of a song
Of Men and Daughters
Watch her grow so fast,
Makes me think of her past.
One bow tied back her curly brown hair.
One smile and I was of this world.
She was so small, so tiny,
I was trapped in her fingers.
She looked at me, with watery blue eyes,
And I was lost in her world.
Thinking back now, I can already tell.
That little sweet girl,
Would hold my world.
She’d take my hand, into hers.
And laugh, and smile, and say:
“I love you Dad.”
As she grows,
I became aware.
Of how fragile she was to me.
She was my little angel
With a pretty little face.
Losing her,
Would end my world.
After every nightmare,
Every walk to school,
I watched her grow…
Before my eyes.
Now she’s a young woman,
Curly brown hair, so long and free.
And a carefree smile,
Lights up the world.
Well here is my newest one.
[u]Ending[/u]
Our time is ending.
Sooner than expected,
Sooner than anyone hoped.
But it is ending,
And nothing we can do
Will stop it.
We have seen
Many people
Come and go.
All have left
Their mark
On our lives.
And the journey
We will soon take.
We have made
Our memories.
Some good,
Yet there are those
That would be best forgot.
Even though we can’t
So we will live
With our mistakes
As everyone does.
Since those are
All we will have
When we are gone.
After we have
Said all our
Goodbyes.
But we will meet again.
I don’t know where,
Or when, or how.
But we will meet again
For our story
Can not end
So easily.
Which makes this
Not the true ending
Only the start
Of a new chapter
In all our stories.
a thousand beats per minute in a grandstand freeway
my heartbeat raises when i accelerate
but i can’t go fast enough it seems
for everyone is gaining on me
i grab the steering wheel and swerve wildly to avoid
the obstacles that i placed before myself
while others crash on their own roadblocks
or simply race straight ahead
but if i remove these pointless obstructions
and focus where i want to drive
then i’ll beat all of the others
all will remember as i pass
and when i come to that sweet finishline
the celebrations will never cease
i will drink of my only love
and she shall drink of me
When time’s touch is like a killer grip,
Squeezing your throat until you can take it no more,
When life seems to race you by,
And everything seems to fade,
What are you going to cling to?
Forget promises and dreams,
And the visions of distant lands.
If you can’t pull yourself together,
You’ll never be able to stand up.
The pain will never leave you,
Unless you go back to the fray.
Get used to the idea of having no peace,
Because that’s the way things are.
Expect no kind words or rest,
Just stay focused on the prowl.
Because all you’ll ever have in your hands
Is what you reach out to grasp.
Well I was feeling pretty depressed this morning so I wrote these.
And yes I do realise the kind of replies I’m likely to get (if any) from you guys, but whatever.
[u]Nihilisim Thy Name Is…[/u]
Visions of death cloud my eyes,
Years of pain dint my pride,
Promise of release brings relief,
Promise of love never recieved.
A thousand years and a million tears,
Bring no relief, no calming of fears,
Eyeless and alone,
A wanderer with no home,
Truly I am nothing.
If man does live,
And man does die,
Then man must also wonder why.
Once I was lost, but never was I found,
Was blind yet I still do not see,
I seek neither pity, not false care,
My pain I cannot share,
Leave me be, no good can you do,
A death inside means nothing,
Nothing, to those who live,
On the outside.
[u]Satisfaction[/u]
If life is an illusion,
A path to death,
Then why,
Why, does this illusion,
Carry so much weight?
So much baggage,
So much hate.
Love is a thing,
Sought by all,
Found by some,
Lost by others,
A dream for a few,
What then is this thing to you?
What was never had,
Can this be missed?
Wanted certainly,
And lamented over.
Point me in the direction,
Pump me full of hope,
Break my spine with rejection,
Dominate my senses with falsehood,
And when I lie bloody, weeping and still,
Walk away satisfied, a job well done.