Hmm... Well, I suppose I've decided to begin posting more of my literary things. Yes, I do realize they're not the best, but I've certainly seen worse. Unlike my fan-fictions, I don't really want criticism. These poems are of my soul, and I really don't need strangers criticizing my feelings. In any case, the vast majority of them haven't been seen by... well, haven't been seen by anyone.

All these were by me, and truly, I really don't care if you've read better things written by a monkey.
Conversely, I do not know anyone who has a monkey that can write...

In any case, let's reference Bambi for my poems.

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

=D

Poems shall be in the next post.

Black is my heart
Gone is my heart
I offered you love
But you chose to leave
Death my companion
Darkness my life
You caused this horror
The thing that is me

The fault is purely yours
Your irresponsibility
Has caused this mess and many more
And thus,
With this.
In fact, with all you’ve done
In time, I'm truely sure
I’ll see you
In HELL

I wonder, baby
If I die tonight
Would you notice?
Would you care?
It hurts to even think this thought
But I do.
And I can
I’m not suicidal, baby.
I just like to feel the pain!
The darkness washes over me.
I’m not suicidal baby ((I swear, I’m not!))
I just feel that life’s in vain.

She smiled and lied
Scared to death
To reveal who she really was
Wearing a mask
Concealing her soul
Simply to avoid rejection
She cried in secret
But turned a smile to the crowd
Never letting them know she was weak
But how long will this go?
How long can she hide?
Before the mask is torn away?
Because she can’t-
She won’t-
Hide forever.

I feel so empty and confused
What should I be doing?
Am I supposed to be doing something?
I don't know
All the words
All the words being thrown at me
I hear them
But they're empty
Am I just dumb?
I don’t know what they mean...
Gestures, words
Movement, speech
It's all meaning-less
Is something wrong with me?
Or...
Or is it supposed to be this way?

And this is the mask I wear so well,
It hides my everything.
My thoughts, my hopes
My fears, my dreams
It makes me a different 'me'
One, I'm sure, that could be real
Could be sincere
If only she wanted to live
But she doesn't
So she won't
Until the mask becomes
Glued, refuses to move
And fuses with reality
And what happens then?
Will I be a doll?
Controlled by nothing,
And yet everything as well?

I want you to be proud of me
I wish you would point and smile.
But I'm just not good enough.
Not perfect, like your girl.
Not unblemished, and not pure
So why would you choose me?
I swear, on my pride
On all I am
On all I ever was
That I'm trying
As best as I can
So someday
Some damn day
You won't look away
Ashamed.

I want you happy
You make me sad
I can't do this
Anymore.

Test, test.
One two three
I just wish
That I could see.

Nudge, nudge.
Four and five
Oh how I
Wish I were wise

Hint, hint.
Here comes six
What if I won't be your bitch?

Seven's gone;
There is no Heaven.

Late, late.
This is eight.
Everything is now too late.
Goodbye.