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[thatguywiththehair]

so ya, first post. please leave CONSTRUCTIVE critisism and well ya. fyi if u dont like morbid emo poems... gtfo.

The pain of love
Every rose has its thorn,
And this thorn is in my heart.
I feel the pain,
As it is ripped apart.
In agony I scream,
Yet no one hears me.
That is simply because,
With them, I chose not to be.
Darkness.
It engulfs my soul.
That is because
In my chest there is a hole.
It seems that Satan himself
Has ripped out my heart.
He burns it in front of me,
And says “you were doomed from the start.”
I now know,
That with love comes pain.
But then I ask,
“Is love all in vain?”
Why do we delude ourselves
With the thought
That love is free,
When for most it must be bought?
Then I think,
“But to be this sad,
I must before have been happy.”
True, but it hurts so bad.
I will love again,
But a long time it will take,
For my soul,
I must remake.
A long time it will take.
I need a miracle from above.
For now I know,
The pain of love.
                                                                                                                                                      so ya. whether you liked it or not comment, and again, constructive critisism please. and yes, i really do feel this way. boohoo.

[Dark Dragon]

Holy cow that was awesome! I really loved your poem. It struck me as a way mine do to me. Some times I feel like that as well. The main point I'm saying, is that it was really good, from a poets view.

[thatguywiththehair]

so ya, another poem. this one is just as morbid or maybe even more then the last. this came to me when i was still in bed this morning. enjoy.

Alone
I am alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
It swallows me,
Ever slowly,
Making my loneliness
All the more apparent.
It whispers,
“You’re all alone.”
Forcing me to remember,
That I am alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
I had hoped I would never
Feel its embrace again.
Yet here I am,
Alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
There is no one.
There is nothing.
Only darkness,
And me
Alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
The shadows cling to me,
Like they need me,
Leeching off me.
That they thrive from my pain,
That my agony is their power.
Then they grip tighter,
Closing their black fingers
Around me.
I scream in pain,
But again,
I am alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.

hope you all enjoyed it . either way, please leave constructive critisism.

[thatguywiththehair]

this one is really short but i got nothin better. damn writer's block

Beginning and end
They are unheard,
They are unseen,
They are unexpected,
They are only felt.
Love and death,
The great beginning,
And untimely end.

so ya... i now know the power of writer's block, and god do i hate it.

[thatguywiththehair]

this one is very ironic and i hope all of you like it, because i know i do

…
There is nothing.
There isn’t anything.
I think,
 and there is nothing.
Not even the darkness
That haunts my soul and heart
Are there.
Nothing.
I try,
Yet to no avail.
Something comes to me,
And it is either used,
or useless.
There is nothing.
No originality,
No creativity.
Not even a little.
I search and search,
But I find nothing.
No matter how hard I try,
I am unsuccessful.
My thoughts,
They leave me,
Staying just beyond reach.
In frustration I chase them,
But again,
To no avail.
I am without thought.
I am without mind.
I am without something anew.
I am lost.
In desperation I continue.
Little comes.
That which comes,
Can’t help.
That which I want,
Stays away.
It is almost as though,
My thoughts think it’s a game.
I don’t know.
Maybe it is,
And I’m the fool who can’t win.
Try as I might,
I can’t win in this game.
This chess game of wits,
At which I fail.
I grow tired of this little game.
So my thoughts win for today,
But I will prevail eventually!

so ya. hope you all enjoyed it and got the awesome irony in it. either way, please leave constructive criticism (i know, i've been spelling it wrong till now... my bad  )

[Dark Dragon]

Sorry, but I have to post. I loved it and found it pretty amazing. It is awesomely ironic.

[thatguywiththehair]

so ya, new poem! yayz! enjoy

Torn
My heart is split,
My mind in two.
Oh dear god,
What am I to do?
I have two,
Yet there is only room for one.
Please just tell me,
What should be done?
I love them both,
Yet I cannot say,
What should be done,
With my heart here today.
I struggle to think,
But I don not know what to do.
What do you do,
When there are two?
An great kindness in one,
And more understanding in another.
Who should I choose,
To be my lover?
What should be done?
What should be said?
One is great in her soul.
One is great in her head.
The pain of this choice,
It’s annoying I must say.
A pain that is confusing.
Why wont it go away?
I am torn,
For when there are two,
To which one do you say
“My dear, I love you”?

i hope you all enjoyed it. please leave me some constructive criticism.

[Dark Dragon]

Awwwww! Thats so cute! I really loved it! Awwwwww! Cute!!

[thatguywiththehair]

i saw a certain someone's poem and this sorta came to me, but it realy formulated after i hung out with her today... you know who you are! enjoy:

Emotion
Emotion,
Something we all feel.
Yet some people ask
“What’s the big deal?”
I’ll tell you.
They are great.
They are a grace from god.
They create our personality traits.
We need them,
For without there feel,
We have nothing.
That’s the big deal.
The greatest emotion,
Is love.
A feeling we all need.
It’s our greatest gift from the lord above.
It is warming,
Yet can be cooling.
It is a feeling,
That leaves some people drooling.
Love is strong,
Love is warm.
Love is unexpected,
Like a sudden storm.
Though with love,
 comes a certain pain.
One that may
Spill your blood down the drain.
Love and pain.
A great start,
And terrible end.
Both play with your heart.
The pain hurts,
But the love is nice.
Which one you feel just depends.
It’s like rolling some dice.
I am in love,
Her reading this is my wish.
So just know,
I love you roshish

so ya, you know who you are. hope you all enjoyed it and please leave constructive criticism. (sorry for saying your name, but i had to)

[Dark Dragon]

Awwww! Thats so cute! I love you too, and Ginger says you're a sap, just kidding. I love you too! Oh and I don't mind that you used my nickname.

[thatguywiththehair]

srry this wasnt up sooner, but i spent the say with someone... love you. hope you all enjoy:

Roses
They are beautiful.
They are romantic.
They are painful
They make people frantic.
Guys give them to girls.
Girls tell their friends.
But beware of a thorn,
For the flesh they rend.
Some people feel great,
When they receive a rose.
They get all giggly,
As though you tickled there toes.
Guys feel lucky to find them,
And so do I.
Just to get one,
Would make one’s soul fly high.
I however have my rose,
And she has me.
I love her and would kill for her,
If need be.
She is sweet,
And funny.
She is cute,
Like a little bunny.
She can be random,
But that’s what’s great about her.
Her randomness is funny,
And that’s why I love her.
She is my rose.
She doesn’t have a thorn.
And without her,
My heart would be torn.

hope you all liked it. there were a few lines in there that i felt stupid typing, but f*** it. i love you! please leave constructive criticism.

[Dark Dragon]

Aww, that was so cute I giggled and blushed. I love you too!

[thatguywiththehair]

srry i havent been here, have had a lot going on and little to no inspiration, untill now. something has happened recently that inspired this peice. like all others, it expresses how i feel or what i am thinking.
enjoy:

Dark hatred
Dark hatred,
Is what I feel.
My dreams told me,
That they would push us apart.
They don’t understand,
The feelings we feel.
They told me,
Those around us,
Would push us apart.
They were right.
A sign,
But from who?
God,
Telling me to stop now,
To prevent pain later?
Or Satan,
To merely increase the pain?
I don’t know,
But now a dark hatred,
Is all I feel.
They could never understand,
That love,
Isn’t defined by age.
Now my love for her,
Is shadowed by a hatred
For them.
Without reason,
Without excuse.
I hate them,
But only,
Because I love you.
This is my life,
Not their’s.
It’s my choice,
Not their’s.
They have no business here.
So why do they stay?
I know they only want
What’s best for me.
So why then,
Do they attack my emotions?
Dark hatred,
Is what I feel.

so ya. it was also partially inspired by a dream i had about a week ago.

[thatguywiththehair]

just another poem based of my day... enjoy:

Unexplained
My emotions,
They are racing.
All but one,
For my sadness is erasing.
When I’m with you,
I don’t want you to leave,
For together,
The dreams we weave,
Carry me through the night.
They won’t leave my head,
But I’d rather feel this,
Then my previous dread.
I don’t know why,
But today was different.
My love flowed stronger,
Like a rapid current.
To be with you,
Makes me so enlightened.
There is no darkness.
No need for me to be frightened.
This feeling,
I love it so.
Away with the darkness,
To the pits I can throw.
It is unexplained,
But I don’t care,
Because I love you,
And not do so I wouldn’t dare.
You swim in my blood,
You can’t leave my thoughts.
I love you.
Mt heart is closed by locks.
To the end of time,
To the end of space,
I will always love you,
My heart is in your glass case

ya... nothing to really say except, i'm tired!  oh well.

[Dark Dragon]

That was so awesome! I loved it so much! I squeed by the end of it.

[thatguywiththehair]

oh... my... god! it's been WAY to long! but i have a good excuse... no i don't. i guess i went a few days without ideas and forgot the site even existed. sorry guys. plz forgive me? 
oh well. I'M BACK... for now. but i came with:

Sheep
We are all sheep,
Sheep in a herd.
The herd is guided by the dog,
The dog that all obey.
Where the dog wants to go,
The herd moves to obediently.
The herd dare not question,
The dog’s command.
Those few sheep,
Who are different,
Therefore unique,
are quickly picked off.
They are seen as degenerates,
Infectious to the herd.
Though there are a few,
Who dare disobey the dog.
Of those who disobey,
Most are forced back to the herd,
The same direction as the rest.
Few leave the herd behind,
To remain on their own,
Going where they want to,
With no one to tell them where to go.
However,
Few sheep make it to this point.
Therefore,
Though living their own way,
They live it alone.
These “loner” sheep,
Rarely find each other,
At least early in life.
But in the end,
All return to the herd.
Though brief the visit of some,
Others are there the rest of their lives.
Then,
There is the Sheppard,
The one who has given us all we need,
The one to whom we belong to.
Yet The Sheppard,
Despite haven given us all we need,
Leaves us to nature.
We are all sheep.
Sheep in a herd.
A herd guided by the dog.
A herd and dog owned by a Sheppard.
All in the hands of nature.

so, did you all enjoy it? i bet you did. either way, leave cunstructive criticism. it may happen again where i forget to post in like, months, but i'm truely sorry if it does and that it did. let's just hope i can keep focused on the poems for now. 

[thatguywiththehair]

woooo, another one. this one isn't based off anything inparticular, it's just something that came to me. whilst reading, try doing so in a symbolic sense, because that was the intention here. please enjoy:

In the valley
I stand here,
On the Cliffs of Insanity and Anger.
I look down into the valley,
The Valley of Fire.
The flames burn,
Everlasting and ever powerful,
Like a diamond.
The fires burn.
Before me I see the spires,
The Spires of Sorrow and Pain,
Ever so tall they tower over even me,
Here on the Cliffs of Insanity and Anger.
I look at them,
The Spires,
And I see they themselves burn.
Yet these fires are different.
The Spires burn not from the fires of the valley,
They burn from the hope,
The hope of those in the valley.
I stand here and watch them burn,
Knowing what I must do.
I am the traitor,
I am their destroyer.
I stare down at them,
Those who wait there,
In the valley.

there you go. please leave constructive criticism. i hope you enjoyed it