This is poetry by other people, I recently found a new one that I actually like by some random person..breaks my heart, actually.

Roses are red Violets are blue Grass is green Dirt is brown by.....TIZ!!!!

I hate rap rap is crap I crap on rap by......TIZ!!!!

This afternoon, my love, speaking to you since I could see that in your face and walk I failed in coming close to you with talk, I wanted you to see my heart. Love, who supported me in what I longed to do, conquered the impossible to attain. Amid my tears that were poured out by pain, my heart became distilled, was broken through. Enough, my love. Don't be so stiff. Don't let maddening jealousies and arrogance haunt you or let your quiet be upset by foolish shadows: false signs of a man's presence; for now you see my heart which met your touch--and so is shattered in your hands. IS THAT NOT THE MOST HEARTBREAKING THING YOU HAVE EVER READ??? THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.

I like to talk, but not about everything you might have thought, "he's not serious about anything" his character offers only a limited range of color nothing that's not there in hundreds of drooling others this time I'll try to interject before you decide but not to change minds, instead to show im not like all kinds i may forget. but never forget to remind, all of my reasons why I know there is more than crossed legs and holding your own hands behind quiet demeanor stored inside a bright figure stands thru questioning eyes, a shimmering light shines and I see, so vibrant, so alive, as you look aside seemingly so bored, you've been here before releasing memories so long stored, they crash on my shores leaving grains to distort, my castle is no more and I fill to the brink with laughter to think i'm sitting so close but can't seem to link I burst out loud, sitting silent in crowds words seem to surround on paper lay down oh my how we've grown, so deep above ground I feel upside down with roots for my crown now once again I bring into question, it feels so long since I double guessed it and even though I know not to mention, it feels this thought seems so incessant at once this notion must be shared, it feels so long since I last cared I know that flattery gets me nowhere, I'm only telling what I see is there a beautiful girl and oh so unique she hears him squeak he asks indescreetly, oh won't you meet me? I won't play those games, I'm not trying to get laid I'm no longer afraid, I've got all things to gain nothings been made,                      nothing I won't hold to lose anyway...... That one is by my friend Ernie Beutler....I have a feeling he might be mad at me for putting it on here, or at least his name....but if he is then I guess I'll just take it off. It's nice though, isn't it??

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