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Hello dearest, i finally got up the courage to talk to you, and
Everything on my part was terrible, i couldn't even maintain eye contact
You, oh dearest, you were amazing.

My surprise when i noticed your smile, and how beautiful it is.
Y do you do this to me, you torture me by how nervous you make me

Now i hope that i did not make a fool of myself
And that you still like me
My oh my, heart raced today
Everytime i looked at your sweet face

I think you should know, i have liked you for awhile,
Since before today, but you have just been unattainable, but now is my chance.

One thing scares me, it is not guns or knives
Not even ravoneous vampires or demons or
Everything normal people fear

Fear, is not something that applied to me until i got you
Every fear i have now revovles
Around me losing you
Regreting this fear i do not, i will not lose you......will i?

she replaced me with him it seems
so again it is proven i am not worth
a person's time, yet i am told to keep hoping
i'm done hoping, i'm not worth anyones time

if we were to do anything
we would have to do it in secret
your parents hate me,
and mine disprove of anyone
that i develop feelings for

it would be a secret
and you would hate being
so secretive,
this is why  i feel i can't make you happy
and why i am being like i am in our chat

your smile scent and hair
this all seems unfair
because it makes me slip
and lose my grip

why am i so nervous
why am i so dumb
back to the previous
mistakes, and being numb

i don't know why
but i cant put myself out there
to get rejected.
but i still want to talk to you...

i still want to be hers only
but instead i am sitting here lonely
i wish we could talk more
i wish we hanged more

Congratulations, a point for you, since
you got my friends to spy for you
on me, now should i wage the war you desire
or sit back and wait, for you to self destruct
because i can not convince the ones,
that hate you to sit back and
not hurt you like they desire,

let me be happy leave me out of your crap
i finally get some peace from stupid crack
comments, you got ruin it with a stupid trap
of a statement and then go on attack?

does it give you joy
knowing that you treat me like a toy
is it just cause i am a stupid boy
that you won't allow me any joy

"let it come natural"
you were there for that song
so be slow, when you fall
for someone, who keeps ******* a ****

try meeting others,
and stuff i guess
meet someone who treats you like a brother
i mean someone who is ate ease

with you and it feels natural
not someone who makes it a rollor coaster
and yea i know i have not a single ball
when it comes to my crush, and i won't be a boaster

but man take things slow

Your memory is a bittersweet melody
That is stuck in my skull
The bitter reminder of it being over
But the sweet remembrance of your soft kiss.

a word of advice i have kept close to my mind
and think of it when i start to unwind
"Let it come natural"
which is great advice i guess
but when you do it, and people make you feel like less
well guys ignore them, cause they are just petty
"Let it come natural"
i cannot promise that things will go your way
or that your problems will go away
but i can promise that you will never feel fake
"Let it come natural"
and show this world what your made of



I met a girl, and i have a bad rep
but that does not mean i should take a step
to her and ask out for a date
i mean better now then to be late
so i thought for a while about what to do,
and the back off my mind said "just be you"
but why do i feel like i'm not worth her time?
and why do my thoughts come out as rhymes?

I talked to my friends and they all said the same
to Let it come natural, even if that is lame

Let it come natural"
which is great advice i guess
but when you do it, and people make you feel like less
well guys ignore them, cause they are just petty
"Let it come natural"
i cannot promise that things will go your way
or that your problems will go away
but i can promise that you will never feel fake
"Let it come natural"
and show this world what your made of

my ignorance is your bliss

Someone who doesn't mind my jokes
And enjoys cuddling,
Yearning for a way to not be lonely

Has a sense of humor
Is fun

you began to spark my thoughts
when you were with my friends
and I, with your unusual polite
attitude, it was even nice to me

why is this, why now
why this after declaring hatred
towards me, why after saying
you only had me around to use

as a tool to lift your spirits
and to help your mood by crushing mine
why be nice after our falling out
this has me curious to say the least

Everyday i think of you not as a friend but more
regretting every one of the many mistakes i have made with you
internalizing all my emotions and trying to hide my feelings
not wishing you were mine forever, but that you would give me a single chance

Beautiful, smart, funny, cute.
Makes my daily commute
A lot more enjoyable
and my life more tolerable

oh wait she doesn't exist
cause every girls charm i can resist
i am broken and can't fall in love
i just am hoping for death from above

or death at all
cause life is a free fall
with no parachute
lives waiting on drug distribute

waste all of us our,
waiting for a love from afar
or near us, wanting it till our hearts stop
and keep trying until we finally drop

family, a word i know, but i do not understand,
people have told me family is suppose to be there for you
but what if your "family" does nothing but make you miserable
they make you feel worthless and bring back the memories of suicide
and self torture you do your best to suppress?

What do you do then?

the few friends I have are not
fearful for the thought of hell
but instead embrace it, the rot
that comes with it, the smell
that would bother some matters not to them.
They are ready to go, because they are
going to hell just for being themselves.
Why would they go to hell for that?
Well because of a book wrote by man,
in the name of god.

The misinterpretation of these words
cause such a debate, the same words
did not allow slaves human rights
justified hatred of other "races".
These words let jews be massacred by a German,
let crosses be burned and people whipped by
the "white man". Let burning of countless
innocent women occur.
LET people forget the one race
that we all are, human.

So people why do we not forget the man
written words and follow the true divinity of them?
Pray to your god, and worship his son, and embody
the holy ghost, is this too hard of a task for such devout Christians?

everything comes at a price,
living, friends favors and gifts
i know the price of these
but not the price of being happy and to smile
it scares me, so i do not allow myself to do either

People think I'm better now.
That it's all gone, the thoughts and such
But that's not the case.
I'm just better at holding it all in
And not letting people see it.
Just imagine the hurt they would feel
If they knew their rock was hollowed out.

your single, i am single
but we barely even mingle
what the hell am i doing
i should be trying

but instead i do nothing
except for useless bluffing
that you see right through
beauty is you

in a physical form
when i am with you, my storm
that occurs in my mind
it just comes to a end

the memories seem to fade back to her
when i was young, and every breathe
i did not resent,

back before my first attempt,
or the first time i put a blade to me skin
before i had to grow up,
before my first broken limb,
she was the first crush,
in the sense of girl i fell for
and girl that crushed me,

she knows nothing to this
day how i felt,
yet it all comes back to her

I should cut off my ears,
I can not hear your lies,
I should cut of my nose,
so i can not smell your bull crap

I should gouge out my eyes,
so I can not see you deceiving me
I should cut out my heart
so i do not love my poison.

And slice my throat so
I no longer have to suffer your
Presences, and your absence.
And sit here in my Ignorance

i need to get away
i want to run from today
because i hate my yesterday
it feels like it was just may

And i got out of school
i promised myself  i wouldn't be a fool
i wouldn't get in fights and stupid little duels
because of you, i need to regain some fuel

to feed to this fire inside me
god, will you leave me be
you said you wanted to be free
of us, not the relationship just me

gonna pick up my pieces and get away
it is not a want i have, its a need
to give me the fuel i need for today

i need to break free
i need to regain my footing and energy
i need to find my friends that are true
mainly i need away from you

its time to get away,
today is the day
i am free from you
so i can find out what is true

gonna pick up my pieces and get away
it is not a want i have, its a need
to give me the fuel i need for today

alright i know who i am
and about you, i don't give a da**
i am going to get up and be my own man
do what makes me happy and ***** you and your fans

so join me or hate me
be a friend or leave me be
i need some place to get away
and to get ready for the next day

i have to deal with you
and your lies that seem true
to your "friends"
i will enjoy seeing your end

gonna pick up my pieces and get away
it is not a want i have, its a need
to give me the fuel i need for today

cut open your chest
to put your heart to rest
cut the heart out, leave a stone?
no, you can be forever alone

leave it empty,
"so they long
for it to be filled
and all it can yield
is pain"

cut open the head
to make them dead
or in this case, wish
wish that was the case,

in their head you will leave it empty
so it yearns to be filled
and anger is all it will yield

no sew them up
leave the brain and heart  in a cup
and bury them in  the ground
so they can never be found

Pulls a cigarette and lights it up
“They are gonna **** you those sticks”
Yeah well tonight I don’t care
That’s what I’m here to do
Inhale it up and let it out
Close your eyes and start the count
Then you drop the gun
Cry tear after tear
God gave you life and you were going
To give it all back.
This isn’t the end but maybe soon
You realize you are only here for her.

look a confession, i loved you and have for two years going on three
i cover it up by dating around, and lying and saying my poems are not to thee
but you will never be mine and you would never accept me or have me
not even dating others can purge you out of my mind
maybe one day you will see, and one day love for me you'll find

Does anyone find it ironic
When we are young we are scared of the dark
Outside our windows and under our beds
But then realize the darkness growing inside
Of our very bodies, our souls and minds?

tell my what your thinking please....
tell me what to do,
because i am out of ideas

Why am I Alive?
Death is too easy,
So I will suffer on
And keep hating myself

3 weeks or so
Since we did that show
And now I'm alone
Yes I got a phone

But no one to call
Not even ghostbusters, fall
Is far off and till then I fear
Nothing from "friends" is what ill hear

Nightmares are back
Puting my mind under attack
Constant reminders of mistakes made
And that memories of you refuse to fade


But that doesn't matter, does it
The truth is , I act like I don't
Need anyone or anything,
But I need something in my
Life to be constant, aside from
The constant of being told I may move again

I swear if i get accused of cheating
one more time by people who know
nothing about what happened,
or haven't seen the messages

I will not resist the urges.
You were not there
What i did, personally and actually did
was apologize for what someone

did to her best friend
i did nothing but
rip his *** and apologize
to her,

"Hey i am sorry about his actions
and sorry for the crap we give
you sometimes, you are just fine
okay?" definitely cheating isn't it?

well i told her, and i feel so nervous
now, i feel so weird, she doesn't treat me
weird she treats me normal which is good
but i just wish she was mine, she isn't

so i guess i gotta stay positive
which is not in my nature haha
but whatever i guess
i just want to hold you honestly

i hope when you read my poems
that the words make you feel warm
make you feel good,
because beautiful you are amazing

you are perfect
you are cute
you are smart
and caring

what should i name my project? i am trying to get published
but my poems contain my emotions heart ache and misery
what do you name a collection of six months or work
six months of me just writing so i get away from cutting
six months of your crap, all this time spent *******
all this time spent writing my emotions to keep me from finally bursting
and the stuff i post is the censored version, i do not post all my thoughts
if i did i would in a asylum with a nice white straight jacket
so what do you call a book of your hard work and therapy
therapy from your darker and happier side
what keeps you from just destroying everything and everyone near you

so what do i name this? this mixture of poems about my crush
and poems about whatever i neeed to get of my chest
this pile of poorly made mush
and words that barely let my mind rest

Why am i like this?
Why is it i go wrecking every thing
I fight everyone and they still stay
Why do they do this?
Why do i do what i do when
we all know my fate is to die
off in a war in the army i enlisted
into, alone and unloved

Step up or step aside
go left or right but pick a stride
make a decisions, do not falter or you will get hurt
just lead

Pretty Faces, are what hide
the blades and weapons
that will leave the worst
scars on our souls.

Never trust a Pretty Smile,
It will hide the teeth that will
Ripe out your throat,
and leave your jugular bleeding out
The scars you left on mine,
left me begging for physical
scars in place of these.

one action, one movement
can make it all go away
i can't talk about it or vent
all my feelings and happiness, gone for more than a day

one movement, and i feel like i am not worth it
and it ruins my day, and makes me hate all
one action, and i just feel like *****
and all my feelings fall

into a dark unholy pit
and my shields come up
i hate this, and hate it
i want to bleed out, maybe fill a cup

i want to die, i want to confide
but i don't flee
cause with my demons i ride
by now you should flee

cause, to run,
to flee
to be done
it just is not me

i stand tall
i will not bow
i will not fall
i just don't know how

one action, one movement,
makes me ready to fight
i can't talk bout it or vent
but if i die tonight

i die fighting, and stand tall
my kind don't run
we don't fall
and beating you will be fun

How come dreams wish to
remind you of the past, or nothing true?
Why do dreams have you think of the taste
of her lips, the taste you crave, or the waste
of a different relationship that has come to past
reminding you of friendships that didn't last.

Dreams that bring up old pain
or remind you of the time in the rain
or the nightmares that echo
events true, and suffering due.

thinking about her, brings me stress
being with her, lets me decompress
it relaxes me, but leaving her is sad
and lack of being with her makes me mad

i know i am ******* up,
i know i am messed up
i know you deserve better
i know i am not your type

you and me, different classes
not just school ones, but the social ones
i know i act stupid and like *****,
not just like one ***, but multiple

*******
*******

mainly those two, but probably more
i mean today i tried to impress you
with a stupid trick, and fell down
the stairs and looked like a idiot

trying to impress you,
i shouldn't, if i told you
that i liked you i would
just be your source

of embarrassment
i think your cute
i like you
i respect you actually

so i stay quiet
so i do not
embarass you
and make you feel bad

because that is all i do
is be a failure,
i wish i was good enough for you
but me doing something right, would be a folk lure

She balances out my insanity,
She calms the voices, the violent urges
She is amazing and betters me in all ways
She causes a balance in me.

She does this an hasn't even said even loves me
This sanity is crazy isn't it?

Everyone act like the urges
Just stop, the desire just fades
Away, the voice begging for cuts
The scream begging you to die
The person in your mind
That wishes for your demise
It never goes away, it jut gets louder
And louder
And louder

when i read your messages i start to smile
then i try to go into denial
i see you and your perfect face
and i just want a quick or long taste

of your beautiful lips
guys i need some tips
what do i say?
how to get her to stay

she makes me wish i was holding her
when she complains about her bf controlling
her, i actually  listen i done zone out
and during class she is all i think about

how to get her to be with me
and not want to be left be
i know she isn't free
and her bf is nothing like me

so should i give up
or step up
and give this a shot

Tracing the floor, you just walked through the door
the nerve to talk to you escapes me
then reality slams into me, I am free
to do as I please, I know my fate
should I avoid it?  and accept that your lost forever?
never embrace it to my death
till I draw my final breathe.
I am not a leader, I am not a friend
but I was taught to keep going to the end
got to keep moving, got to keep losing my sanity
my faith in people, what do I do now that I have lost my mind
what keeps me from killing everyone? what keeps me from listening to the voices now?
what do I do now that I have lost you?

the ground is covered in blood
it soaks it and makes a awful mud
i am surround by the fallen dead comrades, everywhere
the musty smell of bodies in the air

then i see the demon near
my body frozen, but lacking fear
to stupid to feel it i guess
the demon devouring the bodies, and the mess

then it comes for me
when i only want left be
by humans and demons alike
this demon should take a hike

it tortures me
and traps me
making me
re-live, my life

and i hate it for it

the feelings are still there
like you and your beautiful hair
but any chance of "us"
was lost in that last fuss

so i guess we are done
us and our fun
i have lost my "home"
so now i am left to roam

what now?

here comes the season of sweaty palms
pretending to be cool and calm
barely passing tests, and trying to get the girl
will i be  a poser or give being myself a twirl?
no one knows till we get there
will she like me or will i be more than she can bear
will people make me bend backwards for them or this year will i finally tear?

who is ready for school
the land of posers and fools
will you be worth something or just a tool
well all this and more in this season of our lives

I wont back down the next time you spit in my face
or stab me in the back, next time i am going to teach you your place
next time i am going to teach what its like to suffer
and there will not be pads to act as a buffer
you think your hot stuff
well kid your not tuff
you want to start a fight
well i don't bark i just bite
so come get some, get what you got coming

ill tell you this much, when you do i wont be limping away,
because my stupidity and macho ego lead me astray,
ill be the only one left standing, only one still proud
but still i am sure you will be be so stupid and so loud

you want a fight
good ill bath in your blood later that night
you want to run your mouth well have no doubt
i'll be the one to knock you out.
Bring your friends, let them join the fun
I'll be the only one left when all is said and done

I have the maps to minds,
I know them inside and out
The rocky terrain and the smooth plains
But the map to your heart is unknown
I am a cartographer of sorts
But not the right guy for you

Getting lows but now highs
Going home to dark skies
But that's on the inside
Outside my feelings do hide
And everythig looks fine