Poetry is a state of mind at the time.
It by no means tells you about the person who wrote it. Poetry means different things to different people, and that's what it is all about. Something to reflect on.
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oh yea...all the following poems are mine. i wrote them. They may not be used to gain profit. they were written in a form of freedom of expression, there for treated as such.
Sunday Bloody Sunday | Feelings | Securing the Heart | Ripped Apart | Unsteady | Lost | World of Torment | A way to a Women's heart | The Tree | Hard Times | Teaching | Deceipt | The Man | Losing Sight | Screw You | Friends 4eva | Sneak a Peak | Binding | Love | wonder of Friendship | The edge of madness | lust | War Cry | Nature | Life Force | My Bestfriend | Peace of Mind | Hope | Cry for Help | All that I Believe | World in which I Reside | Blaise | Letting Go | Time | Annoyance | Computers | Raging Battle | Intensidy of Passion | Rapture | Behold | 4 ever lost | searching | finding freedom | WHY? | Fade into the night | Teacher & child | Avoiding Commitment | spoil the world | wanting | hypocrite | thunder of the night | the seed | sucker | failing life | dance to the beat | freedom? | divorce | purgatory | boundry | Parting with me | Untitled | liasons | sacrifice | revenge | Bitch | eEye | wandering stranger | star | think about it | Battle | Lighthouse | Savage Eyes | Screwdriver | Gone in a Whisper | Listen | Whananaki | Addict | Reflection | Love is Lost | My God My Heart | Disapointment Not | Atol | Blue Moon | Left for Dead | Drunk | Father to a Son | Too Late | Brother | Decay | Sword | I died today | Selfish reasoning | Words | Untitled | New life | A fact of Life | Wounds of Christ | Rich vs Poor" | Stop reality start life | Who rules why | Corporate punishment | Begone | To choose a life | Pride at work | Shit up hill | fight a war | Another bad day | My friend i love |A couple of peices from my head: