I want to hide, but I'm too proud.
I just can't let him push me down.
I don't want him to see me cry, but soon my anger turns to tears, and love turns to fear.
I run away, once again.
I'm so ashamed.
He's under stress, that's no excuse,
I've done nothing to deserve this abuse.

That's a poem I wrote today. I know it needs work. Any consructive critism would be nice :)

As he stands over her, her lips pale and cold.
He thinks back on there life together,
She so selfishly sold.
As his mind drifts far, far away.
The sorrow in his eyes,
No one could say.
All the words spoken, so sincere,
Never would he think she’d leave him here.
As he turns to walk away,
He wishes he were dreaming that dreadful day.

umm yea that would be a poem i wrote a looong time ago...i was really pleased with it when i wrote it but now that i look back on it i'd say its kinda gay. but its about a dream i had about my friend and her boyfriend. sad stuff man.

hey this is pretty kool. never noticed it before..maybe i'll use it. (diary thingy)

well ummm. yea pretty much just found out that this dude that i thought was awsumly awsum turned out to be a complete two faced, lying, son of a bitch, nautical asshole. haha nautical...i dont think i've ever used that word. I think I'll start....im so tired