| Here are a few classics from the vault. I have titled this collection "LYTA". |
| Insane - the first real poem I ever wrote Ranting, raving, wishing to be free never in touch with reality feel my anger, feel my pain then you will know why I am called insane. |
| aren't we all angry at ourselves once in a while?- A Battle of Three I am fighting a war that has no known end. my war is a ferocious one it is fought between three armies me, myself, and I. each wants their way and must fight for it. there is no peace, only war. these armies shall never stop fighting for each refuses to die. |
| Who Am I? - written as an angry response to a hurtful comment I am me comfortable and free with me they say I'm not real they give me a spiel on an orange I'm just the peel they "see through my acts" but they have no facts and they need some new tacts. so go off to your cliques heal emotional knicks you have problems only my therapist can fix. but I, Me, Moui, my rightous paw dulls your spirit claw my identity is who I wish to be and I choose Me. |
| Possibly the best poem I've ever written. Untitled Red lights stop lights hit the road there I go don't look back never look back forget, forgive no one knows never will never can never care you can't forget love, no freedom from the pain, no way out just wanna sink, sink, sink into those eyes into a world of black velvet silken sheets of sweat, of pain, of red blood flowers, of nails and rails and tinsel lights with reindeer horns the elves hiding in fear of us tho we are vivaciously beautiful. |
| - another candidate for best poem Falling I don't need anyone not you, not them, no one. "why?" you ask because, whenever I take a leap and try to pull someone with me as if the two of us were in our own little universe, defying time and nature by floating back up, they tear away, afraid. afraid of who I am, afraid of what I stand for, afraid of themselves, afraid of falling. but there is never anyone who will take the leap. the leap of faith two negatives make a positive, but no one knows, for they have never jumped, only feared. I always find another ledge. but I go deeper each time and the wound does not heal as new ones appear. it only grows deeper. like the rest of me. |
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| THERE WILL ALWAYS BE MORE TO COME!! |