I don't get why
Poetry has to be so sweet
So delicate
All about love
And all the sweetest things of life
Don't poets know that life
Has another side?
It has a side of metal
Hate is loved
Love is hated
People are violent
Absurdly negative
And harmful to themselves
And everyone else
Death is celebrated
Life, not so much

That's the Dark Side of Poetry.

Why is it
That the smartest
The kindest
The shyest
The quietest
Always get picked on?
It makes no sense to me.
But that's what's happening!

It happens everywhere
Every city,
Every state,
Every country in the world,
To all people,
To both genders,
It's degrading.

Who are we to judge?
We're all mortal here.
We all have sinned
We are all flawed
It's merely a fact of life!

Remember this:
No one is below you,
*If you consider someone else below you.

Life puts a dent in the armor
It makes someone sour,
Spiteful and rude

The delicate line of life becomes crooked
Swindlers happen
***** drowns hundreds

They are faithless
They speak of pain
Revenge and all that hogwash

They try to call themselves rebels
I think they're just weak
Because they can't handle life
Like the rest of us

Last words to remember:
Be smart.
Be kind.
Be fierce.

I am cautious usually
Hidden beneath my comfy shell
You make me want to be a little reckless

To be honest,
I am even afraid to talk to you
Afraid you'll run away like all the others

You're a hunk
My kind of hunk
Even if you don't know it

You act like an angel to me
Have you fallen from Heaven?
'cause I'm sure fallin' for you

You're awesome
Truth be told
And yet you're blind to it

The rose in my guarded heart
Is blooming
Freeing itself

Because no matter what you say,
I say,
Or anyone else says,
You're my true first love.

I met a friend on here recently
I won't say his/her name
To bring unwanted fame

My friend is weird
Undoubtedly so
Although he is kind
Incredibly so

My friend is unorthodox
In his views
And the life he wants to choose

My friend is misunderstood
Aren't we all?
And frankly,
he's also pretty tall.

I hope he sticks around a while
His awesome poetry makes me smile
I hope this will make him smile
Even if it's vile
We'll see, won't we?

Do you ever feel like
The person behind the poem,
You know 'em?
Though they live thousands of miles away
And you don't talk the day

Do you ever feel like
You wanna get to know 'em
The behind the poem?
Their traits, their flaws,
Just cause.

People one,
People all.
Learn about someone,
Someone today.
It just might make their day,
Knowing someone out there cares,
When no inside seems to,

Beyond the bogs
I hear whispers in the night
Of who?
Of what?
I am not sure
They speak of danger
Darkness
Seduction
Greed
Death
I hope I'm not crazy
But the whispers get louder
Moans sharper
I feel that they're closing in on me
I begin to follow their path
I fear for my life and sanity
Help me
Anyone?