What Have I Become? I'm frozen, paralyzed, cannot move The chains so cold that bind me Burning anger, I'm dangerous Cursed by set society It changed me with dishonesty Gave me nothing I could trust Show me someone I can love It's all heartless lust I'm different now, I'm not the same Born into a darkened game I stopped fighting long ago Loosing all, no where to go I surrendered to the trickery Giving up the soul in me I see my reflection in the mirror It looks so very glum As I wipe away a single tears I whisper, "What have I become?"

There Was A Blast Lives were lost Tears were cried How do you see Through their own eyes? For those who watch It is surreal Why do some people Have hearts turned cold? Where are our heros With hearts of gold? There was a blast There was a light And there were flames That burned so bright And choked through tears So late at night There were prayers To end the fight It's like a movie You don't believe It can't happen It's just a dream And you're just waiting For the alarm Back home in bed You're safe from harm It makes you wonder Your problem's worth Does it compare To our own Earth? There was a blast There was a light And there were flames That burned so bright And choked through tears So late at night There were prayers To end the fight...

. For some reason, i often write poems with really bad content but good endings. Well the last four lines of this poem was a part of this really awful poem, but i used it for this one instead.

"There Was A Blast" was written on 9/11/01. In other words, the day of the NYC/Pentagon tragedy. I really don't like this poem. I also kind of meant for it to be a song, that's why there's a sort of chorus.

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Twist Me, Turn Me My mind is now a blackened hole Condemned forever dreamless It no longer knows fantasy Infinite darkness in the distance Lost without a simple wish For wishful thinking is no more Escape the inescapable From my body they will soar In a pessimistic mind Hearts are trampled Hopes die; strangled If enters a fleeting happy thought It shall be hideously mangled Hideous, twisted, sick and frightful Turning insides, grinding bones A soul so ever spiteful Twist me, turn me Bring pain to me and burn me Condemn my body to match my mind Put me in an icy bind Swirl inside the blackened hole Leave behind your dreams Join me in the nightmares In a world so obscene Nothing's ever fair Just twist me, turn me Bring pain to me and burn me

I actually wrote "Twist Me, Turn Me" in Geometry class. Not my favorite but not my least favorite either.

Asked A Thing Of Me I walked into a field one day Fragrant flowers blooming Butterflies all fluttered by Birds sang in the trees And never, ever; did they ask a thing of me I walked onto a beach one day Scorching sand beneath my toes The seagulls squawked above my head The fish danced in the sea And never, ever; did they ask a thing of me I walked into the woods one day Twigs cracking, leaves astray The rabbits played a chasing game The crickets chirped with glee And never, ever; did they ask a thing of me Yet, I walked into the world one day People screaming at each other The sky was naught but gray It was an angry, ugly scene And I realise, in this world They ask too much of me

I wrote this one [Asked A Thing Of Me]  in school too. I never really liked it, something about it irked me, big time. I think it might be because it sounds so up-beat. I dunno I just don't like it. For that reason it took me awhile to  post it. I wouldn't have but Whitney -who I allowed to read it - told me I should, so i did.