1. Void~ Haiku

I black it all out.
Hide it all behind the mask.
Wont let any one in.

2. Mother~ Acrostic poem.

My rock...
I'm always there for her, as she is for me.
Sane is what we keep each other.
Tolerance is something we've built together.
I would be truely lost without her...
Knowing she loves me, means the world to me.
Always confused for my sister.
You may see her and judge her, but you're wrong.
Evidence of all her hurt is only on the inside.

3. Dark~ Acrostic poem

Devilish? Yep.
Always missunderstood.
Rebelious... Some times.
Knowledgeable? Yep, more than they'll ever know.

4. Me~ Acrostic Poem.

Missunderstood 24/7.
Is a total ****h... So they think.
Sweet, once you get to know me.
Hell's child... Some people claim.
Evil? Only to some.
Lovable once you see me behind the "Ice queen Mask"....
Loyal to those close to me.

5. Dark Light~ Free verse.

Loneliness is a razor blade as it glides acrost my wrists.

Beauty is a huge waterfall as it gushes down from cliffs which reatch high into the sky. Rainbows dance in and out of the falling water.

Sadness is watching your dad drink a ton of beers and smoke, then not even care that he's only killing himself faster!

Happiness is when you go to the fair with your friends and family... Knowing the pain is gone, even if it is only for a short while...

Hurt is knowing the person you love and would gladly share your life with forgot you very existance.

peace is a herd of horses running freely in their homeland... Able to be as free as they please.

6. My cage- free verse

Cold...
Lonely...
This cage has become my home.
Covered in a black cloths which slows time.
Pain is my newly found friend.
The tears burn trails in my skin as they run.
My eyes are as good as gone... Nothing but acid filled sacks...
I hear voices... Distant voices that are slowly approtching.
Years have past... I've grown weak and old.
The black cloth has been removed.
The light burns, yet I'm moving towords it.
The voices grow loud, then fall silent.
I see nothing... Feel nothing... Life has at last left the vessel of my body.

7. Love is...~ Personification poem.

Love is a mysterious being. She is always there, sitting in the corner, waiting for the right time to work her magic.

More often than not, she will effect those who least expect it.

She is with Happiness some times, Mournful and Sadness at others. No matter who her current friends are, she will always cast her spell... But keep in mind, she will only work if Lust has left the building.

Love as been here since the very begginin... She will probably never leave.

8. All the world's a...~ Shakespear inspired poem.

 All the world's a slow dance...
Every one must dance together sooner or later...
All dances begin and end at some point.
Even the simplest dance has many steps to follow.

Many a time the first step is infancy, clinging to mother and using her body for nurishment and comfort.

Step two... A child, learning though experiances and the sences, meeting others and growing their "wings".

The next step; step three, revolves around the heart. This is climax of the dance... It is both a challenge for your heart and mind...

step four... We're getting closer to the end of the song and the dance. Now you are old and wise... You spend the time you have left watching your grand children grow as you've already done.

Step fice... You will see things seem to be fading away. Clouds will grow in your mind, causing you to forget.

Almost there... The dance draws to it's close. By now you've forgotten names, faces, places... A few thing still hand by thinning threads, but one thing you know for certain is your time is almost over.

Finaly your feet ache, the dance is done and the hourgl*censored* of time is no longer running. You've lived a life full of great ups and great downs. Now you exit the dance floor to take a well deserved rest.

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Please comment, questiong... Any thing, constructive critisism is wanted as well... But please don't bash my poems and repeatedly say "I can do better!" It's rude... Any who, I'm also willing to give you some back ground on some poems if you want. ^_~

Oh, and spelling has never been my strog spot, so if there are any misspellings, I'm sorry. My spell check doesn't work any more in any thing on my computer.

...I found most of them to be pretty pointless. I see poems as something that should mean something.

Some of them were just plain bad, sorry.

OK. Thanks.

Thank you. My gaol for that poem was to show a deepressing mood and balance it out with happier things.