Beware the ambiguity & the abstract nature that is my poetry! 
To me, I feel my writing is uninspired at best, but hey - it's something I enjoy. XD
Untitled (05/03/07)
My brain of late is racked with strife
To see your form, red, with this violent vice.
The roads to you are covered in blood,
And leave me lingering in this Flood.
Pity, to see you waste your days young
All just to use your boiling tongue,
But showing the anger never did snuff
Your willingness to die nearly enough.
A Thousand Nights (04/23/07)
All these things I learned secondhand
And because of that, my mind is bland.
It was all mapped out with stupid charts, so
Don't implore with me, you meaningless tart.
No, I've no desire to dance with your kind.
To Hell with you till the end of time.
Your "Thousand Nights" did seem far-fetched,
But now my world is forever etched.
Because of this I've reason to hate;
My rude demeanor - my brood of late.
I never loved you at a lower rate,
But of what's passed I wish to educate.
Worlds (12/07/06)
Under the face of a pensive Sky
Am I the only one?
Or has this only just begun?
Woe! The Worlds you must have crossed!
And in His rage, He could have burnt me away...
Velveteen (12/07/06)
What difference
Does it make
To dream that man
Alone can fly?
When clouded over
The heavens above
Rain maggots
From your skies.
What difference
Does it make
To dream that I
Alone can die?
When we both know
It tortures you
To know that I
Am still alive.
To me, I feel my writing is uninspired at best, but hey - it's something I enjoy. XDUntitled (05/03/07)
My brain of late is racked with strife
To see your form, red, with this violent vice.
The roads to you are covered in blood,
And leave me lingering in this Flood.
Pity, to see you waste your days young
All just to use your boiling tongue,
But showing the anger never did snuff
Your willingness to die nearly enough.
A Thousand Nights (04/23/07)
All these things I learned secondhand
And because of that, my mind is bland.
It was all mapped out with stupid charts, so
Don't implore with me, you meaningless tart.
No, I've no desire to dance with your kind.
To Hell with you till the end of time.
Your "Thousand Nights" did seem far-fetched,
But now my world is forever etched.
Because of this I've reason to hate;
My rude demeanor - my brood of late.
I never loved you at a lower rate,
But of what's passed I wish to educate.
Worlds (12/07/06)
Under the face of a pensive Sky
Am I the only one?
Or has this only just begun?
Woe! The Worlds you must have crossed!
And in His rage, He could have burnt me away...
*The illusion is vague, so to help you out: Re-read the poem from the point of view of Judas. 
Velveteen (12/07/06)
What difference
Does it make
To dream that man
Alone can fly?
When clouded over
The heavens above
Rain maggots
From your skies.
What difference
Does it make
To dream that I
Alone can die?
When we both know
It tortures you
To know that I
Am still alive.