RANDOM POEMS I WROTE

HATE
Hate
Like a spell, 
drives everyone away
no one listens,
no one cares, 
i'm left alone,
night and day,
to suffer,
in a harmful,
painful way.

JUST ONE
If i gave myself
one cut for all done wrong,
i would suffer and die,
then you would
have to cut me, 
for the worst thing i ever did
Then you would
Cut yourself
for hurting me, 
And some how,
some way, 
we all die the same fate

HEART
your heart
black as night
surrounded me
till today
when it let me go
alone
away
that was earlier
this is now
i hope you learn soon
love is more than luck
it's fate

TITLE HERE
Emo
prep
goth
jock
whats a title, anyway
its a label
a name
a cattergory
thats why i perfer
the title
myself

In my head
There are all these things in my head.
I know. 
I'm supposed to clean them out today.
But what do you do with three roses, one poem, a monster and a guitar?
Where do you put a red hair dye, wide screen T.V, video games?
Then there's my internet, gifts, 
wand, and bag of tricks.
My book, my script, my sister, my bed.
Good memories, poems, photos, love letters. 
Video camera, cell phone charms, 
ninjas, and math book. 
And what's a girl to do with 
her knowledge, her questions, 
an imaginary friend? 
Ideas, half a story, 
and one unwritten fantasy? 
Where do all of these things go?
I don't know.
But there are all these things in my head.
I know.