this is a poem i wrote about the inner me...

cold. the unbearable
thought of freezing to
death
slowly enters
my
mind...

as i cross the
threshold of
ethereality
i realize
this is
no longer a
dream...

i now accept
destiny
as
destiny
accepts my
corpse...

that is amazing!!
I really like it!

Nice job Azariel. I really like it!

you could guess that i'm really messed up inside huh? at least someone accepts me.... love you all so much, i really do... thank you

ps i'll be posting more soon, so look back soon...

lol We all are, even if it's just a little bit. O=D

Of course we accept you. Love you to Azariel.

P.S. I can't wait.

Love u 2!!Welcome
Everyone's like that!Only extremly boring people arent!
Its impossible not to accept you!!
I'll be lookin forward to readin them =)

here's another for you guys...

Glass

trying to act as if every thing is fine,
when i know that it isn't.
Stuffing emotions deep down inside
hiding that fact from every one, afraid that they'll think me weak.
i feel as though like glass i am starting to break
and like glass i'll shatter into a million pieces.

i am lost inside myself, holding on to the last
ounce of happiness have, to keep from breaking completely.

i feel as though i am trapped, trapped within
a prison of my own creation, and i am afraid that
in this prison i will die.

is there a god? is there no release from this pain i feel?
will there be salvation for me? am i condemned to a life
of suffering? i reach otut for help and it seems
my efforts go unnoticed. should i even try any more?
i fee, as though no one cares, even though i
know they do. and it's agonizing to
feel this way. darkness settles in around me, thick with despair,
and it's choking me to feel this way.
darkness crowds around me, and of this darkness i am afraid...
please don't leave me because i am so afraid...
so afraid of being alone.
what is faith but misplaced hope?
should i try to reach out to some thing that is not even there?
like glass i start to break
and like glass shatter into a million pieces.
these feelings of not being enough, not being
more, are slowly killing me inside, destroying the part of me
that still lives...

Awe! babe, I'm here for you, and I always will be! Oh, babe's my thing also. But I could feel the depression, the air tightening on my lungs, when I read this. you are not to worry my darling, no longer. For I am here. Fill your hurt with love of mine.

Like I said earlier. I care, and You can be damn well sure that I'm not going anywhere

thank you and love you both... check back often i'll be posting one today some time..... 0_o