Tears

Tears. blood red tears ripped and torn from the very depths of your heart. things that flow from your soul outward, flow so the whole world can see your pain; your destruction. let the tears flow...pour your soul out. let it spill upon the floor as your body and mind empty itself of these temporary emotions. drown in your own sorrows. love can be the only life raft...some of us are never thrown one; and thus we die in our own self created pit of despair and loneliness. even those who have their life raft...even they still cry..shed tears. is it possible to stop these outpouring emotions? or is the current life saving device not enough to even hold you afloat? when will you find it? when will you find something..anything..to stop the Tears?

Idiots

This one is posted for a very special person of the title's namesake. Idiots..where to begin..the people who are a blight upon this world. the people who have no fucking clue about anything. people who seem to have all the solutions, yet have no clue of whether they are concrete or not. people who just don't get it..wrapped up in their idocy, unable to see the truth of how much of an imbecile they are acting. "get a life" "get over it" spoken like a true moron who doesn't get basic psychology. people think it's so easy to just forget something..i ask them..what has happened to you? have you been down in the darkest pits of Hades, only to come out worse for the experience, only to have people say "well just get over it?" oh no? you haven't? good. then learn some knowldge, shut the fuck up, and stop being an Idiot.

Love

Love..oh yes...fucking typical of a poet, innit? however..let's have a talk about it. Love...huh..you can't help but wonder..what is love, really? finding your hearts counterpart? the one who makes you complete? or is it just a biological politically correct term for saying "looking for someone to fuck?" all love is is people looking for others to save them for from the desperation of their own loneliness. people need "love" without it..we are filled with dread and darkness...going from day to day as a husk..feeling useless in the universe. watching others become happy..going off..leaving you in your pain...your pit of nothingness...some of us have gotten so used to that pain..not even "love" can pull us out. however..what if you meet someone else in that pit of pain? you force yourself to communicate with them..holding onto some sort of slim hope that they too..are turly suffering like you are. what if they are? will they take you? can you be so lucky? some are..but some..some are denied happiness..even from others in that same pit..that same hell. some of us are cast down.uncaring..into a deeper part of that pit..a part of no escape. open your eyes sometime..see what that pit is...that pit can only be the barrel of a gun..your only escape. love is positive? love makes mountains of men...but can make mice of mountains. everyone finds someone? tell that to the person win the pit...tell that to one who has been through constant rejection; constant pain. but don't look too hard..you might see how it is..and realize...you are heading there..to that barrel..to that end. try your hardest...if not..the last light you see..will be muzzle flash..and why are you here? one word:..love.

Loneliness

Loneliness...there are 2 types. lets define them. 1: literally. 2:figuratively. the latter being most people. it means you can be in a room full of people, yet feel utterly alone; no one understands you..no one gets you..no one really cares for you..you see life passing you by..leaving you in the dust....but what of the former in my previous statement? what of the people who are literally..alone? the people who sit in their room all day..in the darkness...thinking about life..love..lust..greed..all of the flaws in humanity...they think "why me?" "why am *I* unwanted?" "why does no one love me?" "why am i by myself all the time?" "no one gets me, no one cares" "why do i deserve this?" "am i not good enough" "...i hate myself." "everyone loathes me..why should i be any different.."at one time or another..we have all been this person....sitting alone..on the cold, dark floor in our rooms..silently thinking of the world's lack of care..we are together and united..in our loneliness.

Oh..and welcome! (read The Poems under This too)

Hey, dudes. i thought "why not put some of my stuff here" and here we are. note..i know my poems do not rhyme. free verse flows easier..which is the point of poetry. so..sit back..relax..and i hope yall enjoy what i have to offer.

Sunshine

sunshine..light..an essential thing, no? We see it..a symbol of life...but what of us..who don't see it that way? what of the people who don't like the sunlight? don't like life itself? We thrive in pure darkness..but deep inside..we hope that one day we can learn to appreciate the sunlight too. We never can. We shroud ourselves in darkness, giving ourselves false hopes..waiting for the day someone pulls us out of our pit of despair, so that one day..we might see the light..life. so that one day..we might have some..sunshine..in our lives.

Suicide

Suicide..so taboo, eh? when we think about death...we are scared. is there a god? will i be happy? will i go to hell? will it hurt to go? will i just rot in the ground? these and more we ask ourselves. we all die..eventually. but some people are filled with so much pain..."eventually" can't come soon enough. so..they kill themselves...commit suicide..the ultimate commitment. when it's over..ask yourself...what does it solve? YOU are the benefactor of pain in others, now. you have become their reason to cease living..for them to think "eventually" is now. for them..to commit...Suicide.

People

People..huh..sounds interesting, doesn't it? "people" implies a degree of "humanity" in something or someone. "humanity" is..common decency, niceness,acceptance etc...how many people do you know who posses those features? hmm? one? maybe two? even if you *think* they do..are you sure it's even them, or an act they put on to seem more acceptable? are they really what we call "people" or more like "monsters"? maybe "monsters" are the real "people", and we see "people" as more resembling what we think are "monsters"but you won't ever know, will you? neither will they. know why? cause we are all the same. we all live lies created by our own minds to make us seem "normal" we are all just fucking "People"

First try

just testing shit out first