I Don't Know What I'm Supposed To Do Here

I hate writing poetry
I hate the feelings it gives me
I hate the things you did to me
I hate the places I go just so I can be

Theres a place in my heart,
Where the fire wont start,
Cuz I'm all ripped apart,
And now I'm just dark.

I used to love.

Nothing into Nothing: looking for my voice

These were the revisions I went through in making the final poem above. I was looking for a voice to put things in, or a way to say how I felt today. Very muddled. A very odd day in Anime Club. Everything emotional was inside. As my friends say, "Under a thick purple layer of humor."

Round 1

I've lied
a thousand or more times
I've certainly failed
More times than I would have liked.

And these walls
Could tell a thousand tales
But I'd never miss

Round 2



If I could honestly go back in time
I'd go back to when you were mine
I'd have you tightly incurrently thinking about helping you

Round 3

Currently writing programs

Round 4

I'm writing programs
I'm writing poems

I'm thinking about the now
but wondering how

lost

im 2 scatterbrained to think

Another Poem I'm not finished with and don't feel good about

I'm The Building
by Bmonster

I was dreaming
Of a yellow stone building
Holes in the ceiling
And oh that sinking feeling.

It was a dream of a warning
Or maybe of the man changing
Inside of me.

I was dreaming
And I think I saw you
And the other marvelous ppl that I used to talk to.

I just never knew how to say
I'd never trade you away.
And if I could
I would
and I'd try
to hold my friend again.

I was dreaming
About a moon of blue.
And all I can rememebr
Is what I thought of you.

I was dreaming
Of a yellow building.
Holes in its ceilings.

In a building
Was someone like you
An old friend I once knew

ITS BEEN TOO LONG

I'm here hungry and I'm having problems posting my stuff on here via Scan, so I'm gonna just fo this all the long way babies. :)