Happiness at Last:

Gotta be my most favorite poem ever. Probably the longest,

as well. It encompasses my homoemotional desires towards a

boy I used to know from church as well as the feeling of

love. It was also a comforting poem, it helped me to see

the brighter side of the world, although some commentors

said that it reminded them more of being miserable for a

long time. It think this one is fairly popular Bird:

Like the rythmn, like the words, but hate the content.

It's

too filled with anger. I don't like anger poems,

especially

those associated with other people. Why? Well, because of

my fear that that person I am angry at will read it and

say, "What the #&!!!!)

Love:

I still don't get it, even though I wrote it. Yet, many

other people say it is probably the best thing I've ever

written. It is beautiful, I must say, but it lacks

imagery.

It only has concepts and it objectifies emotions. It's

kind

of a cold, dead, dying, sick poem about childhood bliss

falling away...

Snow White:

Used to be my favorite poem, but not any more after

Happiness at Last. Only I understand its meaning. It's too

short for others to figure out. Too deep in too small

space.

Sweet Heaven:

Don't really care about this one. I hate it, and I hardly

ever read it myself. It's too confusing and although it

was

based off my views in the past, those views no longer

apply

to my present self.

The clock:

I just wrote this poem for a stupid editor who said, "your

poems are too concept-based." Yeah right! I don't like

this

poem. So sew your mouth shut and shove that needle up your

ass! God, do I hate editors!

The Perfect Potter:

I'm no longer interested in rhymning poetry. They are

pretty if done right. Some people do them right and give

the writing variety. I'm not one of those people. My

vocabulary is so low-cut that I can't focus on the poem,

but rather on finding something to rhymn with orange. I

like the message, but its too fluffy.

Ghost:

Wierd poem. I promise, I hate rhymning poetry and I will

always hate it. They are so dumn-muthafucking boring. I

deal with words as a whole, not the last three letters.

Sheesh.

Solitaire:

Just a poem I created out of lining up the words in my

short story in a certain way. Don't really like the poem.

But, I like the story :)

Essence and Time:

I can't seem to figure out: this is exactly the same

as "the clock". What's going on?

Laugh, drink, and be "marry"

My favorite rant on marriage. "She was only a doll of

desire. Nothing more."

Mirror:

I like it, because I literally was about to explode before

I discovered that poetry was the cure to my terrible soul

sickness.

Shield of Truth:

You know, I don't really like this poem now. I used to,

but

not anymore. It's very poorly written. Too common-sensey.

Why write a poem about why I'm writing poetry? I'm writing

poetry, and that's all that matters! It does represent the

ways in which my close friends view me. But, this poem is

way too straight-foward. It needs more spice!!!

Infinity Divine:

Short poem. I love it, though I don't really like the

content. It's really beautiful, but I can't really relate

to what I wrote. How do I know what infinite gratitude

feels like if I haven't experienced it after I graduated

from childhood?

Noose of Forbidden Measures;

Title is half as long as the poem, I'm serious. Yet, I

simply love it. A dangling pain left behind seems to come

out of it.

Turquoise reflection:

I love the title. And I love the poem. My poems are

becoming more surreal. Oceany feeling. I include alot of

water in my poetry for some reason, I wonder why.

A wrinkle still smooth:

Read it, and you know it is the most fact-based things

I've

ever written.

Aquarius' love:

Very surreal. Love it. Surreal Anthony. Hmmmmm...maybe it

should be my new pen name.

Listen to me:

Sounds demanding, but it is more of a love poem. some

girls

don't like it because it is addressed towards a girl from

a

guy in a lecture type thing.

Happiness at Hell:

Parody of Happiness at Last. This is not public, but it

certainly cracked up my brother. Pervert radars within the

smelly walls of my butthole. Snicker...

Can't go any further:

Most emotional poem I've every written, yet second lowest

rated. It's too emotional, they said.

The city:

I like the beggining and the body. I hate the conclusion.

Too sudden and too dead-like. It's like it sparks in the

beginning but there is no climax. It just dies out...

Purify:

I don't like it 'cuz i can't relate to it. But, this poem

has been misunderstood so many times. I haven't made

things

clear in it.

Adolescence:

This is my interpretation of the experience of entering

puberty and eventually reaching adulthood. One of my most

popular poems. The title sucks, but the poem rocks my ass

off. It's really deep. Really, I think I should read this

one again.

Rose Liquid: Bleed on Your Thorns:

Title is too long. it was originally Rose Liquid. But, I

think nobody commented on my poems after reading this one.

It's too demented. It's really disturbing. It's really

pretty and beautiful, but at the same time, it's really

dark and spooky and very gross-ish. The visual parts of it

can be quite disturbing, like paintings done by a person

with schizophrenia. Most people who read it put comments

like this:

"...

okay. "

Or this:

"shocked "

Or this:

"It's sooo pretty! Now I'm gonna discuss this in my gothic

gore forum."

"Nice poem." logged off

"I think you need to see a doctor."

"0..."

"This is so disturbing, man. Lol. Where are you? At an

assylum?"

"This dark, emotional guy definitely has fallen out of his

head. This is why you shouldn't talk about the dark too

much. Call to Jesus and ask of him to stir your creative

process into brightness."

Breathe Once Again:

Finally, someone commmented on this one. He said that I

have finally

risen back from my demented world and has come to realize

true happiness. I don't give a fuck to understand what he

meant by that.

The Maple Treel:

Another disturbing one. Many said it was "haunting." "Like

a magnet. It draws you back to it." But, I just LOVE IT.

The Mirror in Tar:

Even more disturbing than Rose Liquid: Bleed on Your

Thorns.

Nobody commented. Rated VERY low. And actually, someone

called it abuse of the human psyche.

I love this poem. I was inspired by victorian gothic

literature like that of Edgar Allan Poe. Very surreal. My

poems are getting VERY visual now. I guess I'm improving.

Dreams that Always Sleep:

I'm not sure whether I like this poem or not. But, that

may change. I'm not exactly sure what it is about either.

It's more about comtemplation of the world than anything

else, I suppose.

Note: No. I'm not emo. I am not gothic. I'm just a normal

preppy boy who just writes about stuff. Why do most of my

stories sound so sad or so disturbing or so dark? Well,

let

me ask you this: why do you think most people write

poetry?

Well, duh! It's to get those demons out of you and banish

them from inside your head. And again, Happiness at Last

is

my ultimate poem. If you combine Happiness at Last with

Rose Liquid, the Maple Tree, and the Mirror in Tar, I

think

you'll find the real me. Thank you.