I couldn't go back to sleep until I wrote this out.

My first new poem in a long time, written for a friend who just got out of a bad relationship. With all the masks to hide behind, who knows whats the truth and whats the lies?

I realized today that everything you ever said was just lies.

This a really really old poem from a long time ago, I found it when I was looking at my yahoo!group from like, last year or maybe farther back. Anyway its one of my favorite poems. I want to be a better me, Me 4.0, I want to be perfect, I want to be...You

No, I do not cut myself! I dont know where this came from...Hurt me like I deserve for what I've done punish me for my sins...R&R

I'm so sick of this, I'm done with this, done with you, I'm washing my hands of you and your sin. Not a relgious poem, the title just seemed to fit. R&R

I'm not sure where this came from...its about how not everything is what it seems, and you have to look inside...and how sometimes...that can hurt...R&R

How can you deny me anything? Wasnt sure what to classify this under, its a little twisted and a little sexual. Tell me what you think. R&R

Funny how things turn out...I swore I'd never forget you...now that seems to be the one thing I have to do. R&R

Sometimes I feel this beast in me, this caged tiger under my skin, trapted withen...Relating human emotion to that of a caged tiger. R&R plz.

Why wont you let me help you, why dont you see, I'm not like him...written from a male perspective about a female but no I AM NOT GAY. R&R

I'm Addicted To You...Inspired by a comment about Pringles, it developed into a short poem for my Alistair...not really about chips lol! Read it and you'll understand. Plz R&R

You always warned me that you would turn against me, but I never believed you, I always asked, Could You, Could You.,..now I see that you do. Written for old. Today is so much better than yesterday. But yesterday is still there. Thats what inspired this.

Burn me baby, its okay I like it, like fingerprints burn the snow, burn me baby, you melt away the cold...one of my most abstract peices. Not sure what inspired it but, R&R tell me what you think.

I'll hound you till you sweat blood, until I run you into the ground. I will stand about you, smirk and watch as you bleed. I am nothing real. You do this to yourself. I am a simple question, a simple device of guilt. What am I? I am Why

I appear so happy so alive but what really goes on deep inside? No one call tell the diffrence between real emotion and my imitation. R&R

Everytime before, you hurt me and walked out the door, but I always welcomed you back, blinded by rose-colored glasses, well guess what baby, it aint happening anymore. R&R

I smile on the out side, look so pretty, but the Monster in me is baring its fangs begging to be set free and I dont know how much longer I can resisit it,leave me here alone to bleed...R&R

What you dont see until its to late. Now its time to play my way. If you'd only read between the lines you would have already known: It was you who worshipped me. Short poem. R&R plz

Truthfully, I will never change to conform and be what someone else wants me to be. I enjoy being me. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I did. If I was only what someone else wanted me to be. R&R, I think its really good. Tell me what you th

Greed...Tempation...What drives a Savior away, and was he ever really a Savior to begin with? Sort of a dark desperate poem. NOT for Religious ppl. R&R