Here are some random poems for you. I guess I was bored... or something... * Standing alone Surrounded by life HOping for comfort Finding only confusion * Step outside your comfort Into the frozen world Lay, let the frigid wind bite your bare skin Exposed to the hate and coldness Numb, weak body fading blue This is what its like Come in Melt away your sorrow Stand in the warmth of love and comfort And ponder your misfortunes Now do you understand? My mistakes have made my life this cold Dont make mistakes Dont be like me * Buried in troubles Drowning in tears Burning in hate Frozen in fear But I go on, Living in death. * So naive So happy Thinking that life is yours You wonder why everyone is sad Dont try to understand it will just ruin it for you. * Now I was given an outline for this next poem as an assignment, and I guess the muses where with me in making it. * I am misunderstood. I am the lonely nomad, silently wandering through life and its people. I wonder why I live my life this way. I hear the enticing chimes of death calling from a great distance, drawing me towards its inevitable fate. I see the exquisite wasteland named Life, its fiery desert stretching to the horizon; I trudge across the crimson dunes called hardship, and look forward to an oasis that I might rest for a few moments, before I begin the tiring journey again. I am the hopeless dreamer, yet the outward pessimist. I pretend that life is always my oasis, always my sanctuary. I feel the numbing caress of sadness, the icy stab of helplessness. I touch the joyful fire, hoping to be like the giddy flame that burns so warm in the frozen world. I worry that the soft fleeting butterfly of happiness will leave me. I cry when the butterfly does fly away upon its golden wings, leaving me alone in a crowded world, stranded among my peers, lost in my hot desert, freezing from the cold unhappiness that the absent butterfly left me. I am the common philosopher. I understand what pain is, and how it makes life worth living. I say that you cannot know happiness until sadness knows you. I dream of angel wings. I try to make it through the desert of the living, not giving myself over to the harsh dry sun. I hope the world will understand me, the world that sends its inhabitants on a challenging adventure. Through the tormenting Life Desert, to the peaceful Afterlife Ocean, to rest our tired minds and bodies, and sleep happily, rising over deep blue crests that are so like our hardship dunes, yet completely different. I am myself, and I will endure. * yay, poem. in the name of my muse...