Lately the anger has controlled me,
I don't know what to do,
My head knows I shouldn't,
My heart tells me to.

Why am I so sad?
Why have I been so mad?
It's a girl you see,
I like her but she doesn't like me.
I'm not in love,
I'm not hypnotized by her,
I am let down.
Rejected.
Useless.

Sure she is so pretty,
Compassionate too,
But this is not love.  
I am just let down.

In the end,
I am pathetic as could be.
This poem really pointless
And embarrassing.
But it is the source of escape
For I don't want to speak.
I talk of her sometimes,
But in the end,
She is just a mere thought.

One day I will laugh at this,
Realize how dumb I was,
As for now I am sad.
Maybe a little mad.
But one day I'll smile,
Maybe even chuckle,
At how my ignorance
was so incredibly bliss.

A lonely man,
alone he stands,
crying deep into his hands,
his life shelled in a can,
seeing life, and so he ran,
tears separating into strands,
his name never spoken of over the lands,
he is a lonely man.

His life is boring and awful too,
his joy short and brief like a word,
he hopes to meet something one day,
but he already knows he will rue,
the day he isn’t socially absurd,
so now he lives in dismay.

Sitting at this table
Not knowing what to write
The future of this poem,
Way out of my sight.

I struggle with each line
Not knowing what to do
I yearn to succeed,
In pleasing all of you.

I ponder on what will happen,
Will this poem be enjoyed?
I wonder who will read it,
And if they'll be annoyed.

This poem is not deep or sad
It's a poem in present time
Not meant to englighten or teach
Just a friendly rhyme.

Thank you for reading my poem
It was quite fun to create
I hope you found it humorous
Its lines not meant to hate.

Everywhere you go
There for all with beating hearts
Choose one and progress.

The main trait of man,
driving the modern "free" world,
pride is what we want,
blood and death is what we get,
war is us and we are war.

All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies