*My poems*


I feel myself slipping
I feel slowly aching
The darkness is crowding within me
It’s taken over and all thats left of me is anger, pain, and sorrow!


My opinion doesnt count for anything
Many believe that just because of age means more ability
Yet, a kid 14years old could save a country out of war
While others may fight till the end and suffer


Hatred is rage
Hatred is anger
Hatred is pressure building
Hatred must be destroyed
Alas, I don’t have the power to do so


Friendship is not wasted
Friendship is used
We all have friends
Wether they are nice, mean, and/or rude
Friends stick up for each other!

cough cough
There is actually a forum for writing now…