My lifes escapping
my dreams are lifting
im harding ing my heart
and letting no one in it
Those who now me
can trully say
im a cold harted bitch
and thats all i can say

I dont know whats going on
i see my life before my eyes
i see my faith and controll escape
i see my truth , my youth , my face
i cant explain it
i cant denye it
i wish i know what artifacts defied this
i know the truth sad as can be
i know my path, wich i must fallow
i now my dreams and hopes and realitys,
its sad realy, we have no controll.... g2g might finish later

Yea i like to right poetry i dont think their good but poeple seems to like them ~like my voice for some odd reason, i hate it but people like it, i guess you have to be a person to understand them Ehh ~ well lets see about me, i am a cold hearted person where my heart is supposed to be is a rock and i dont mean a pebble i mean a BIG fucker like a uhh bouulder yea cold and unmoving yep that me

I cant understand
My lifes seeping out
those whom i've loved are sworn to destroy me
My heart is crushed
and ive learned so much
like to close the doors
and let not a soul in
I cant believe whats going on
and i cant believe the way i feel
For once i loved. whole heartedly
But now i stand in the dusty sworm
in this ever lasting sorrow filled dorm
and wave good bye
our love hath gone and left me all alone
your cheating heart and soul shall collapse
and your never dearing mind shall weep
when all you have is your self to blame
couse only you hold your peker in your hand

~~Tony your a fuckin JErK!!~~

IN this insain world we call a home,
The toture and drivment that we seek
We watch those of witch we love
rub their relationships in our face
their souls escape and thier heart doth break
and their only means of life seep and seem to escape
Why do we batter our selfs with hatrid
when we only our selfs redeem from it
My heart is lone and yet it drives,
old passions are kindled
and many lie
I wish apon this nightly gleam
to kindle the love that i have learned to lose
My plans are simple and yet so complex
but this tortured soul is yet to escape
I know what i will do, evan though i shall pay
But its what i have, and nay hath a friend
proven me to not full fill it