A collection of Markov Chain style poems.

Here lay my collection of poem I had written. Mostly is sad/dark one.

This is going to be a poem book that I will finish. The first poem is called Justice. I hope you guys like it and please R&R if you could! Reviews are returned!

yeah it really doesn't

I wish I could be the girl he can't stop thinking about.

He's my muse. He's my obsession. He haunts me.

Just a little tidbit I wrote in my notebook the other day, basically the literary equivalent of a doodle I cleaned up a bit. Be warned, I try to correct all grammar and spelling mistakes, but I can't offer anything near perfection. Also, this is my first post and I suppose the proper thing to write is yay(?). This writing might be considered dramatic, although I'm not really sure.

This is a poem I wrote in the middle of the night. Rated T for blood. Please no hate.

"Why do we smile at the most inappropriate of times?"

A poem I wrote last summer due to a lot of unexplained backstabbing in my 'family'

This is it.

Children's Poem.

When you're all alone late at night and your demons are calling. Suicidal.

Cynical self reflection written in frustration

I'm forgetting everything, why do feel this guilt?/I feel fear overtaking me, my words shaking on the lies they're built

"There's sorrow in the winter / A grim, gray sort of love / The selfless wind has dried my tears / That fall like rain above." A poem of musings on life, nature, and love in the winter woods.

This pain will not go away/This aching that seems ever lasting/I live with it day after day

This is basically for anyone worrying about their future and perhaps depressed or disappointed with the world. Im at that stage in my life where I have to figure out all of this, and it makes me wonder. So I put the feeling into a song. So to those whom it may concern, I hope you enjoy. T for language.

I'm not suicidal. But I was. And, some years later, I've figured it out. (Figured it the reason, for why, I haven't adjusted.)

The result of walking the dog in Tshirts and shorts when its thirty degrees outside.

Not really a poem, it doesn't rhyme. More of a description...

A poem about men on the internet.

The state of being seriously mentally ill; madness.

The curtain rises and the show begins/The music plays and I feel a pang from within/The days of agony so deep, the pain I've known from within my sleep -The cover was drawn by PoppyTears on deviantart-

We are small, but we can fight/Bringing down opponents twice our height...Nothing beneath us and nowhere to hold/This is where we feel truly alone

Have you ever been really upset about something, and you call your friend for support instead of doing your homework and cry for an hour while said friend tries to cheer you up, and eventually gets you to laugh a little, but your parents and teachers only care about the missing assignment? Have you ever wondered why happiness and friends aren't goals in life? Obviously, I have.

inspired by inuyasha! basically about anger and sadness in there purest forms. everybody has there demons.

"We all have our horrors and our demons to fight." Bring Me the Horizon

a rhyme for my shadow

just something random, do enjoy it.